The Devil in Her Dreams Chapter 71 – 76

The Devil in Her Dreams Chapter 71

The Devil in her Dreams

She knew it. Zamiel would never hurt her. He would never even look at another woman. If Rose had dared to lie to her, Heaven would have choked the truth out of her.

As relieved as she was, she was also confused. What did Rose mean by services? As if it was her job. Heaven had heard once that some women sold themselves, or were sold by other people. Was Rose that kind of woman?

Were someone forcing her to do this? And why did she go to Zamiel if he didn’t buy her services?

She turned to Zarin, who looked shocked. His gaze hardened as he looked at Rose. “Why are you lying?” He asked her. “Then why did he pay you?”

Pay?

Heaven turned to Rose, who remained calm.

“No man has ever denied me, so I tried to pursue him because I didn’t want to go back and tell everyone that a man denied me. My reputation depended on it. Lord Zamiel payed me handsomely just to be rid of me. He said he didn’t want his Lady to misunderstand him.” She explained then she turned to Heaven. “You must be her. You are a lucky woman.”

Suddenly Zarin grabbed her arm harshly, causing her to grimace. “He made you say this, didn’t he? How much did he pay you? What did he offer you to lie?” He shook her violently.”Zarin, what are you doing?” Heaven pushed him away, appalled by his actions.
Zarin was fuming with anger. “Heaven. She told me something else in the beginning. He probably compelled her to lie. Don’t you see what he is doing?” His voice was getting louder.

Heaven turned to Rose. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, looking down.

“I did lie in the beginning, My Lady. I was just protecting my reputation. I didn’t know I was part of a game.”

“What game?” Heaven asked.

Rose slowly lifted her gaze and looked at Zarin.

Slowly, the pieced started to fall into place. “Did he send you to him?” Heaven asked, despite already knowing the anser.

Rose gave her a weak smile and a slight nod.

“Yes. I did send her, but she is lying. I knew he would…” Zarin began to talk behind her, but Heaven wasn’t listening anymore.

She couldn’t believe it. It felt like the world around her stopped for a moment and when it began to move again; she was burning. It felt like she was set on fire.

“Go back in!” Heaven told Rose.

“Where are you sending her? She needs to tell the truth. She…”

Heaven turned to him and glared at him furiously. He stopped and looked at her warily.
“Heaven. I only did that for your sake. Listen to…”

“Stop!” She yelled, surprising him.

He looked at her wide eyed.

“Who are you?” She then asked.

He furrowed his brows at her question.

“You are not my friend. You can’t be. My friend would never do this to me. My friend cares about me. He wouldn’t betray me, or hurt me, or disrespect me. You are not my friend. I don’t know who you are.”

The confusion in his eyes turned to pain. She knew her words hurt him, but it couldn’t be greater than the pain in her heart. The one inflicted by him. Her childhood friend. The one she used to rely on, look up to and respect. He was not there anymore. Those eyes didn’t belong to him. He suddenly looked like a stranger in her eyes.
“Don’t say that, Heaven. I am your friend. I have always been your friend.”

“Not anymore.” She shook her head. “When you offered your help, I truly thought that you had reflected on your actions and came here to show that you could do better. For the sake of our many years of friendship, I wanted to give you a second chance. I thought if I didn’t that I might regret it. And this is what you do with your second chance? This is how you throw away many years of friendship?”

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Zarin shook his head. His sad eyes looking down hesitantly and then looking up at her. “I wish you could see what I am seeing.” He said. “This is not me throwing away anything. This is me taking my chance to save you.”

“From who?!” She yelled again. She was tired of his explanations. “You are the one hurting me the most. At first I didn’t blame you. I just thought to myself that you don’t know what friendship or love is, what caring for someone or supporting them means. But I was wrong. You know all those things. You grew up watching our family love and support each other, respect and care for each other. You grew up seeing the friendship they had. You know all those things. But you chose something else. You chose hatred over love. You chose animosity over friendship.”

“One day… one day you will know I chose you above all.” He said.

Heaven looked at him for a long moment. Those eyes held no regret. “Just leave.” She told him. “I don’t want to see you again.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but she drew her dagger. “Don’t force me, Zarin. It is enough!”

“As you wish.” He said and then vanished.

Heaven put her dagger back and let out a deep breath. Her head began to spin. The anger got replaced by a sadness that overwhelmed her.

The first time she fought with him, she had hope that one day they would be friends again. But now, this time, her friend was truly gone and only the memories of him remained.

Zarin might not have been a very good friend, but he was still her friend. When she was alone he made her smile, kept her company and protected her. He might have been negligent, but he was never a bad person. He never hurt her intentionally. But now, every step he took broke her heart, and he showed no regret. He was not the person used to be. He wasn’t the friend she knew anymore.

She took a deep breath again to calm down, but she felt weak in the knees. Her hand searched for something to grab on to support herself but found none. She stumbled backward but a strong arm came around her waist preventing and saved her from falling.

“My Lady. You don’t look alright?”

Heaven looked up at Ilyas. He looked down at her worriedly.

Taking her hand, he placed her arm around his neck and then put his arm under her knees before lifting her up.

The next moment they were back to the guest room. Ilyas placed her carefully on the bed, then looked at her. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked.

Why? Why was this stranger looking at her worriedly while her friend could easily inflict pain on her and even try to explain why he was doing it.

“Why?” She asked him.

He looked at her questioningly.

“Why are you loyal to me? I know you didn’t have a choice to serve me, but I feel you serve me with sincerity.”

He smiled. “If I had any thought of betraying you, Lord Zamiel would know before I could finish thinking.” He said.

“Is that why you are loyal?”

“I have no reason to betray you. You have only treated me with kindness.” He said.

“But?” She felt like he had something to add.

“I don’t want to be bound to someone.”

Heaven could understand him. He wanted to be free. Why would he live serving someone? She wouldn’t be those kinds of Lords who abused their power. If he wanted to be free, she would set him free.

“I free you.” She said. “You don’t have to worry about Zamiel. I will talk to him.”

She couldn’t deny that she felt sad. Having him by her side had made her feel secure.

His pale blue eyes studied her for a moment. “Can I leave now?” He asked.

Heaven nodded, feeling a sting in her heart.

Ilyas smiled. “It is enough for me knowing I can leave.” He said.

Heaven blinked a few times confused. What did that mean?

“I will stay.” He told her.

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llyas took a chair and sat next to the bed when Heaven told him to stay. If Zarin came back, she didn’t have the energy to deal with him,

so having Ilyas there made her feel relaxed. For a moment she had thought it was Zamiel
who came to her. She had panicked. She didn’t want him to see the situation she was in with the person she called a friend.

For the first time she was ashamed to call Zarin her friend, so she was glad that it was llyas who came to her. They communicated through the necklace and the bracelet which let him know where she was when they needed to meet, so he must have used it.

“Thank you for staying She told him. He gave her a meek smile and a slight nod. Just like her father, after all the fights, not one hair on his head was out of place. His light golden hair that almost looked white fell to his shoulders smoothly.

It complimented his pale skin and his pale blue eyes. He had hollow cheeks just like Zamiel and it gave them both a wolfish predatory look. She wondered if it was a smoke demon thing Do you also consider yourself a djinn? She asked. “Yes” He said simply.

“But you don’t hate me? I am part witch and the devil’s granddaughter You clearly chose a different path than your grandfather, and you didn’t choose to be born as a witch.” He explained. Heaven nodded. She was glad that there were demons who thought differently.

“I knowing said would introduce you to father. I haven’t forgotten. I am trying to Find more appropriate time. She told him. am in no rush. He spoke calmly.

After a while, Ilyas left so Heaven could take a bath. She couldn’t fall asleep being dirty. It bothered her. While bathing, she thought about Zarin and Zamiel.

She wondered if Zamiel knew that it was Zarin who send Rose. He probably did, and yet again she felt ashamed. Then she remembered when Zamiel told her to trust him.

Was he speaking of Rose? And what was it that he wanted to tell her? Unable to contain her curiosity, she teleported to his home after bathing and getting dressed. When she came to his room, she was surprised to find him sleeping.

Why was he sleeping during this time of the day? She walked closer and looked down on him. He seemed to be sick again. His face was pale She wondered what was happening to him. Last time he had broken all the furniture in his room She touched his forehead. He wasn’t

burning like before, but he was still warm and again he slept wearing nothing on his upper body. It must be the heat.

Zamiel woke up from a familiar scent invading his senses. It smelled like spring like a warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. It was a smell that reminded him of greenery and sunrays He opened his eyes,

squinting his gaze followed where the scent came from. Next to him, in his bed, he found Heaven sleeping. His eyes widened in surprise.

He had to touch her just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming and Heaven would wake up just to kill his family again. But he was very much awake as he felt the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair against his fingers.

Heaven stirred in her sleep, then slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she just stared into his and even smiled. He smiled back at her, but that caused her eyes to widen. With a gasp, she sat up and
looked around before looking at him.

Zamiel sat up as well. “I” She blushed. “I didn’t mean to..to sleeep in.in your bed. She stuttered. Of course not. It was unlike her.

She was someone who would blush by a simple touch. Or not so simple. Her touch left him
inflamed, so he hoped he had the same affect on her. “I don’t mind.”

He told her. Her cheeks flushed even more. She did something to him whenever her face became red. He liked to reach for her cheeks and let his cold fingers cool her skin. Before he knew he was already touching her face and just like every time,

she closed her eyes as his fingers slid over her cheek. He could tell she liked it when he did that. he took his other hand and put it on her other cheek, holding both his hands pressed to each side of her face.

“I missed you. She said, her eyes still closed.

Without thinking, Zamiel pulled her face close to his and kissed her. He had missed her too much to wait or to be gentle. He kissed her without hesitance, with such intensity that made her cling to him and that made the world around him fade away.

The only thing he could feel, taste and smell was her. until she bit him. He almost smiled against her lips as he felt the taste of his own blood, but Heaven was still oblivious to it all.

He felt her claws dig into his shoulders and then the burning of when the tips scratched his skin. But none of that bothered him and he wouldn’t want her to stop if it didn’t end with him only tasting his own blood.

Heaven stopped and pulled back. She looked at him, shocked again. Zamiel licked his own lips. If he could only heal in this moment they could continue

Don’t apologize. He told her before she could speak. l leave for a moment.”

She told him and before he could say something she was gone. After a short while, when the bleeding stopped, she came back. She hurried and came to sit next to him. “Are you alright now?” Looking at his lips. “Yes. Now and before.”

He told her. Her lips curved slightly, but she forced the smile back. “I really need to learn to control it She said sadly. She wouldn’t have to if his healing abilities had worked as usual. “I will teach you” He told her He didn’t know exactly how, but he would

try different ways. She looked at his bare chest and shoulders where her claws left marks. She frowned but then looked at him Are you sick again? She asked.

“No. I just can’t sleep at night” He said. “Is it the nightmares again? He nodded. He wanted to talk to her about
it and about Rose,

but she looked so tired and he could still see the dark circles under her eyes. He would let her rest before making her worried again. “Is that why you broke your furniture last time?” She asked. “Yes.” He replied. The furniture,

he didn’t even remember much of it. After he woke up, he just found that he had destroyed his room. Therefore, he was afraid to be with Heaven. Him waking up next to her could be dangerous.

His vision was red with anger whenever he woke up from the nightmare. He couldn’t see what was in front of him. But Heaven had managed to get through his rage last time.

Could he trust that she would be able to do it every time? Could he trust himself with her? She put her hand on his bare shoulder and looked at him. “What can I do to help? “Sleep with me. He said.

Heaven blinked a few times. He had expected that reaction from her, but he only meant to hold her in his arms and let her sleep.

She could get the sleep she needed and he could hold her. heart raced, and he could guess what she was thinking. He fought back the smile that made its way to his lips. He shouldn’t make her flustered, but he loved it.

And then she surprised him when she crawled up in bed, adjusted the pillow and lay down lacing him. You have to marry me after this. She told him He chuckled, lying down as well. You should at least sleep closer that is the price.

He opened his arms and waited to see if she would hesitate. But she boldly moved closer and rested her head on his arm. Zamiel drew her closer, holding her against his body. If this is what he felt like to hold her in his  arms, he would be willing to pay any price. 😍😍😍😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍😍😍 Do you think Will Zamiel hurt her?

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Zamiel watched Heaven sleeping in his arms. He couldn’t let himself fall asleep because he didn’t want to have a nightmare in her presence, but also because he wanted to enjoy the feel of having her in his arms.

He found her remark that he had to marry her after this amusing. As if he had any other plan. But he understood what she meant. It was scandalous for a maiden to be in a man’s house, let alone his bed. It was even worse for a princess. This could ruin her reputation. That she stayed with him in his bed showed how much she trusted him.

Zamiel removed the hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her beautiful features were relaxed, but she looked tired. This mission had exhausted her,

and he hated to see her like this, but this was what she chose to do and he wanted to respect that. Letting her walk this path alone would make her stronger, but whenever she got tired, he would be there to finish what she started.

After watching her for a while, he decided to get out of bed. He wrapped the sheets around his waist and walked out of the room. He came face to face with his maid, Helen. Her gaze fell on his bare chest and her hands in which she held a tray with cups and plates began to shake. Still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him.

She was an old woman, but when it came to his looks, age or even gender didn’t matter. He could make both men and women lose track of their thoughts.

“Helen, could you make me two cups of tea?” He asked.

She blinked a few times, forcing herself to stop shaking. “O… of cou..rse, My Lord.”

Zamiel went back into the room. It would be better to put a shirt on before he gave her a heart-attack. Even in his home, he couldn’t dress any way he liked.

Once he got dressed, he went to the parlor and Helen served him his tea. Zamiel picked up his cup and took a sip while summoning Ilyas by getting into his mind.

Ilyas appeared shortly after. “My Lord.” He greeted.

“Please sit.” Zamiel told him and Ilyas got seated in front of him on a couch. “Have some tea.” He then told him.

“Thank you.” Ilyas picked the other cup of tea and took a sip.

Ilyas already knew why Zamiel summoned him, so he started to speak without being asked. He told him about the mission and how it went. He also told him about what happened with Zarin and Rose. Zamiel could see the images through Ilyas’ memory as he spoke.

His plan went accordingly, but just like he expected, it left Heaven hurt.

Zamiel had not wanted to do it this way, but he had lost the person he loved once. If anyone tried to ruin his relationship with Heaven, he would have no mercy. Still, he had been very patient with Zarin because Heaven called him a friend. He even apologized, despite knowing very well that Zarin had no intention of forgiving him, ever.

The day he invited him to his home, he found his thoughts to be very disturbing. Zarin had already decided that Zamiel was the villain, and he wanted to get rid of him at any cost. He did not act or think like a friend looking out for his friend, and his actions didn’t come from a place of care and concern.

If Zamiel hadn’t lived so long, he would have been confused to why Zarin hated him so much, but having many years of experience he knew very well that look in his eyes.

It was pride and envy.

Heaven choosing him hurt Zarin’s pride, and now he was jealousy. It was the same emotions he saw in Razia. The way she had watched him with satisfaction as he suffered after she poisoned him was still a painful memory. She had been very proud of her plan, knowing very well that if a half-breed never came to existents,

he would be doomed to live an eternity locked inside a coffin. She didn’t even leave him the choice to die. All that mattered was to prove that she was right and if she wasn’t, then he would be the one to pay the price.

Until today, he suffered from that memory. He had once considered her a dear friend, and he never thought that she of all people could inflict so much pain on him. He didn’t want Heaven to go through that same pain.

Zarin’s wasn’t as extreme as Razia, but the small resemblance made him worry for Heaven. And when Zarin sent Rose, Zamiel realized that he wouldn’t give up easily and was slowly heading toward the same dark path as Razia

. It would be better to put an end to it before it got very ugly. That would cause Heaven a lot of pain.

So Zamiel spoke to Rose after finding out that it was Zarin who sent her. He told her that she was being used and then read her mind to see what she wanted to do about it.

Rose was a clever woman and didn’t want to be part of this game, so she decided to tell the truth and be left alone. But humans were complicated and could easily change their minds, so Zamiel made sure she told the truth by manipulating her thoughts. He didn’t want to take any risks with Heaven.

“It is not my place to say this, but I would kill anyone who touched my woman.” Ilyas said surprising Zamiel.

Zamiel chuckled. “No, you wouldn’t. Not if you cared for her feelings more than your own.”

Ilyas narrowed his gaze. “I am not as good as you.” He said.

Zamiel leaned back and sighed. “You can’t change your past, but tomorrow is a new day.”

Louis had raised Ilyas after his parents decided to leave him. His mother had moved on to the next life and his father was unable to handle the pain, so he followed her shortly after, leaving Ilyas all alone.

Louis had trained Ilyas to be a fierce fighter, but he also made him do all his dirty deeds. It involved a lot of killing. Ilyas had a lot of blood on his hands. Killing became his second nature.

“Heaven freed you. I know you don’t feel completely free yet because of me, but you serve Heaven and if she freed you, then you are free.”

“I don’t want to be free from you.” Ilyas said.

Zamiel nodded, understanding very well. Being under a demon lord meant protection, and having an ancient demon as your lord meant even a higher protection.

Only those who had someone in their family line who was ancient didn’t bother to have a demon Lord. They already had protection from their families.

“May I ask how your mother moved on?”

Ilyas’ mother was ancient smoke demon and Zamiel wondered how she ended her life. Ancients didn’t have a definitive way of dying, and very few knew how ancients took their lives and move on. Zamiel was curious, especially since he suspected it involved Heaven.

“She found something that slowed down her healing ability.” He said.

Zamiel frowned. So Heaven was truly what could kill him.

Why her?

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What slowed down her healing?” Zamiel asked. I

am not sure. I just overheard her speak to father. She said she found the thing that slowed down her healing ability. She would kill herself with it. Give herself a severe injury that would take longer to heal.

If she died before she could heal, then she would achieve her goal.” Ilyas explained.

His explanation made both of them frown. Demons could only die by a stab in the spine, but they could heal from any other injury. Ancients couldn’t die by a stab in the spine, but any severe injury could kill them if their healing slowed down. And only one thing could make their healing slow down. Or one person.

No wonder ancients were considered immortal. To find that one thing among everything else in the world seemed impossible. That is why ancients went into deep slumber instead of chasing that one thing that could end their life.

“How old were you then?” Zamiel asked.

“Sixteen.” Ilyas said then frowned. “Are you planning on moving on?” He looked almost concerned.

Zamiel chuckled. “No. I plan to stay for a very long time.” He said.

“Is Heaven in some danger?” He asked.

He understood why Ilyas was concerned. Zamiel had told him to guard Heaven closely. Keep an eye on her all the time and pay closer attention to find anything odd. With the nightmares going on, Lucifer might already decide to take his next step, and Zamiel wanted to be prepared so he could protect Heaven.

It seemed like danger followed the people he loved everywhere. Maybe he was bad luck.

“She might be. I’ll take over now. You may go rest.” He told him.

Ilyas nodded. “I’ll take my leave then.” He said standing up and just like him he vanished into smoke.

Zamiel leaned back on the couch. That Heaven could hurt him made him worry for Heaven and not for himself. He had gone through worse than death.

He was not afraid of death. Death should be afraid of him.

What he feared was losing Heaven. To fail to protect the woman he loved, again.

“Zamiel!” Suddenly Heaven shrieked his name, startling him.

Within a second, he was by her side.

She sat on his bed, eyes wide with fear and her face pale and covered with sweat. When she saw him, she jumped out of bed and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You are alright.” She breathed, her voice shaky.

She pulled back, panicking. She touched his body everywhere, as if making sure he was whole. “You are alright.” She kept repeating.

Zamiel grabbed her wrists to stop her. “Heaven. I am alright.” He assured her.

She looked up at him with those fearful eyes. “But… I just killed you.” She said.

He smiled at her. “It is alright. You do it all the time. Every time you kiss me, hold me or just smile at me, I die. And then you bring me back to life doing the same.”

Her eyes softened, and she sobbed. “It is not the time to be romantic.” She said.

He drew her into his arms and held her close. “Any time with you is the time to be romantic.”

He stroke her hair and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I don’t want to lose you.” She said, her face buried in his chest.

“You won’t.”

Zamiel already knew what her nightmares were about, and it was something they needed to talk about.

Heaven was silent for a moment, her heartbeat slowly calming down, but then in the silence her stomach growled loudly. Zamiel could feel her shrink in his arms. She was embarrassed.

“Let’s eat.” He said before picking her up with ease.

Heaven was surprised. “What are you doing?” She asked as he carried her to the dining room. “I can walk.”

“And I can carry you.” He said simply.

When they arrived at the dining room, he sat her down on a chair. She still looked tired. Even the little moment she was asleep, the nightmares interrupted her.

Zamiel sat next to her and ordered Helen to serve them food.

“Thank you. I am starving.” She admitted.

“How was your mission?” He asked while they waited.

She smiled. “I thought I failed, but maybe I didn’t.” She shrugged. “I regret nothing. I learned a lot, but I don’t think father is proud.”

“I am sure he is. But he is a father. Being worried comes before being proud.”

Having been a father himself, Zamiel could understand Lucian. Ruling was never easy, and knowing the devil’s plan made him probably worry even more. A fight between a family would leave everyone hurt.

Heaven sighed. “I hope so.” She said then she looked at him as if remembering something.

“You wanted to tell me something.” She reminded.

Zamiel looked at her closely. She was still hurt, so he didn’t know if it would be good to bring up Rose now, but maybe this would allow her to talk about it instead of keeping it all to herself.

Then he had to tell her about the nightmares. He never spoke to her much about her grandfather, but the only time they spoke about him it seemed like she hoped he would be better. If she still had hope, then what he was about to tell her would disappoint her.

“Yes. There was a woman who came here. Her name was Rose. She was sent as a gift. I sent her back.” He said.

He didn’t want to go into details that would make her uncomfortable. He just wanted her to know that he wasn’t keeping it a secret.

“You know who sent her.” She said looking down at her hands. “You don’t have to be kind and hide it.”

He was not kind. He made Rose tell the truth, which caused a fight between them. Even if he did it to prevent a bigger fight, that might unable their friendship to ever be restored, she was hurt at the moment.

“Yes I know, but I was not kind. I don’t like your friend. I don’t like him near you, I don’t like him touching you and treating you the way he did. I don’t like him disrespecting you. He might be your friend, but you are my woman. I hate to see you mistreated.”

He was not an angel. It would be a lie to say Zarin’s actions didn’t upset him. The only reason he endured and stayed respectful was because Heaven called him a friend. Had he been someone else, he would have made him crawl.

Heaven looked at him, surprised. Maybe because of the way he spoke. He was not the type to let his emotions control his speech, but this time he let it out.

“I still think you are kind.” She finally said.

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“Seek to be whole, not perfect.”

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Zamiel watched Heaven stuff the food in the in her mouth. She ate without breathing in between and even used water to help swallow the food without chewing it completely. Watching her eat like that was both worrisome and satisfying at the same time. He just hoped she wouldn’t choke on it.

“Take your time.” He told.

She looked up at him and swallowed what was in her mouth. “I don’t have time. I want to see mother before I go back to Valish. I am sure she has been worried.”

Heaven always had her mother in mind. She was very protective of her. Zamiel didn’t know anything about having parents, but he knew mother’s held a dear place in many people’s hearts. He wondered what it would feel like to have one.

She stuffed the last bit of meat into her mouth and then looked at him. “Why are you not eating?”

He was an ancient demon. He could last many years without food, so he only ate for pleasure most of the time.

“I am not hungry.”

“But this tastes so good.” She said with dreamy eyes, picking up the potatoes.

He chuckled. “I eat it often.” He told her.

“Yes, but you can’t get enough of things that taste good.”

“True. I can’t have enough of your lips.”

Heaven stopped chewing and gazed at him while her cheeks turned red. Then she swallowed hard. It looked almost painful because of the large pieces that she stuffed into her mouth.

He wanted to laugh at her reaction, but handed her a glass of water instead. Heaven took it and gulped the water down quickly. He knew he should slow down with how he spoke to her. She never had a male speak to her like that before.

Putting the empty glass down carefully, she looked up at him with a hint of shyness in her eyes. “I can’t get enough of you too.” She admitted.

Zamiel was taken aback. He didn’t expect that answer from her. She just shot an arrow into his heart and he knew it would stay there forever. That mix of shyness and boldness was alluring. She made him feel restless.

And then she did that thing, where she leaned down a little so her hair would cover her face when she felt shy. Then when she calmed down, she would tuck the hair behind her ear. But this time she didn’t stop there. Her hand went down to her neck, and she rubbed it. She had been doing that during the whole mealtime.

“Did you hurt your neck?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No, it just itches.” Removing the hair from her neck, “is it red?” She asked him.

Zamiel’s gaze fell on her neck and his eyes widened in surprise. What…how?

Right in the crook of her neck, there was a mating mark. It was exactly where he had marked her the first time. How was it possible? He thought it faded away.

“What is wrong?” She asked when she saw the look on his face.

Zamiel stood up from his seat and went to take a closer look. No, his eyes were not playing tricks on him. It was a mating mark, and it didn’t look like a new one. It looked like it had been there for some time.

“You have a mating mark here.” He said touching her neck.

“That is not possible.” Heaven said confused. “The mark faded a long time ago.”

“It is there, Heaven.” Zamiel repeated.

Heaven stood up from her seat and stalked to his room. Zamiel followed her. She went to the mirror and leaned closer, baring her neck. When she saw the mark, her eyes widened and then she frowned.

“How?” She began.

Yes, how? He was also curious.

Thinking carefully about it now, his urge to renew the mark was gone. He had been so occupied with the nightmares and how to get rid of them; he didn’t pay attention to his urges. The annoying, painful feeling that forced itself on him was gone.

What was happening?

Zamiel went over and took her hand. “Come, we need to see your grandmother.” He said.

Heaven stared at him, surprised. “You want to see my grandmother?” She asked.

“Yes. I already visited her once and …”

“You did what?!” She cut him. “You visited my grandmother.” She repeated in disbelief.

Why was she surprised?

“Yes.” He replied simply.

“Why?”

“I needed advice from her.”

Heaven blinked a few times in disbelief, then her eyes softened. “Oh Zamiel,” She wrapped her arms around him. “I am so proud of you.”

Why?

Oh, it was the witch thing.

He was still not comfortable with her grandmother, but he tried to stay open-minded.

Heaven pulled away. “Advice for what?” She asked curiously.

“That is something we need to talk about. But let’s find your grandmother first. She will explain everything.”

Zamiel teleported them outside her grandmother’s house. He listened after life. She wasn’t in her home.

“She is not here.” He said.

“I think she is with mother.” Heaven spoke. “We should go there and I get to see mother as well.”

Zamiel nodded, and they went to the castle. They teleported to her mother’s garden, since Heaven wasn’t supposed to be seen by anyone else. She was still supposed to be in Valish.

When they arrived, they found Heaven’s grandmother sitting alone at a table in the garden. She sensed their presence and looked their way.

“Heaven.” She stood up from her seat.

Heaven went to her grandmother and gave her a hug.

“Your father told me what happened. I am so proud of you.” Her grandmother said, hugging her back.

Then she turned to him. “Zamiel, welcome.” She said motioning for him to come and sit.

Zamiel went to the table and greeted her.

“Where is mother?” Heaven asked.

“She will be here soon. Please sit.” She told them.

Her grandmother looked curiously between him and Heaven. “Did something happen?” She asked.

“Something strange.” Heaven began. “Look at this.”

She bared her neck again to show her grandmother.

Irene leaned closer to take a look. “That looks like a mating mark.” She said simply.

“Yes. But… the previous one was gone and Zamiel didn’t renew it.”

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 The Devil in Her Dreams Chapter  – 76

“Your mind is a battlefield. Be its commander, not its soldier.”

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Irene kept staring and studying the mark in disbelief. “It doesn’t look like a new mark.” She said.

“No, it is not. It looks exactly like the previous mark. Almost as if it reappeared again.” Zamiel explained. “And the urge to renew the mark has disappeared.”

Irene was thoughtful for a while. “I have never heard of anything like this before.” She finally spoke.

“Neither did I.” He said.

He never heard of anything like this in the demon world before, that is why he came to her. Maybe being a witch, she knew something that he didn’t.

“You are wondering if this has anything to do with the witch,” she began, referring to Razia. “but I don’t think so. There is nothing a witch or a spell could do to play with a sacred bond. I think this is more a force of nature.”

Heaven and Zamiel looked at each other, then listened carefully to what Irene had to say.

“I know that to resist the urge long enough for it to disappear and the bond to break, there must be a stronger urge for something else.

But in your case, when the urge disappeared, instead for the bond to break it renewed itself. Which leads me to think that the other urge that was stronger than the one to bite her is critical to why the mark renewed itself. Do you know why you decided to wait?”

There were many reasons to why he wanted to wait. He wanted the mark to mean something since the first time had been an unpleasant experience for both.

He wanted Heaven to want the mark for other reasons than to ease his pain, but most of all he wanted to protect her from himself.

His mind was a dark place, with many dark memories. The bond would allow Heaven to see his memories and feel his emotions. He wanted to heal first before putting all that on her.

She deserved better. But just when he was healing and moving forward, learning to live and be happy, her grandfather came back to remind her of his pain. Day after day he reminded him of his failure.

How was he supposed to heal when someone kept poking his wounds?

“Because I want to protect Heaven’s happiness.” He said.

Irene smiled and nodded as if it was the answer she expected. “And that is how the marking began. A mate’s strongest urge is to protect his female, and that is why he marks her.

The bond allows you to know when your mate is in danger. Your case is unique. You chose to protect her by not marking her, which is the root to why marking exists. So the mark renewed itself.” She explained. “My mother taught me that you can’t fight nature. It will either reward you or punish you.”

Zamiel studied her for a while, not knowing what to say or believe.

“I am saying the nature is rewarding you for your selfless act.” She told him.

Rewarding him? How was nature rewarding him?

First, he was forced by a spell to mate with Heaven against his will, and now nature forced a bond on him against his will. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be bonded to Heaven.

He just wanted to do it at the right time and now with him suffering even more she would see all those horrible images in his mind.

Irene noticed that he wasn’t excited about it. “Nature is all about balance. When balance is lost, destruction follows. You were torturing yourself too much in order to protect someone else.

When you destroy yourself, you can protect no one. This is nature helping you find a balance. You can’t punish yourself for not being able to protect your loved ones.”

The last sentence woke him up. How?

How did she know his deepest, darkest feelings that he didn’t even admit to himself yet? The fear of being unable to protect, the fear of being someone’s mate when being a mate meant being a protector, which he failed to be.

Yes. It was about him. No matter how many times he told himself he was worthy of being someone’s mate, a voice inside him kept telling him he was unworthy. He was bad luck.

Suddenly he felt Heaven take his hand.

“Zamiel.” She looked at him worriedly. “Are you alright? You look pale.”

He squeezed her hand. “I am fine.” He assured.

He looked at Irene, and she stared back at him. She was right. Nature was rewarding him because he was deserving. He deserved to be happy and find balance and peace.

Nature gave him a second chance. Nature gave him Heaven and now bonded him to her. A bond stronger than any bond. That had to mean something. If nature believed in him and Heaven believed in him, it was time to believe in himself.

“I am more than fine. I am happy.” He told her and he was.

Now he would not fight himself anymore. He would be with this wonderful woman without feeling worthless. She was a clever woman. If he was her choice, he could not be bad.

“I am happy too.” She smiled.

Now they only had to get her grandfather out of the way.

Zamiel turned to Irene. “I brought Heaven here to tell her about the nightmares. She is having them too.”

“Mother.” Suddenly Heaven interrupted them and stood up when her mother came to the garden.

“Heaven.” Her mother smiled, and Heaven went to hug her. “Oh darling, you look so tired. Did you eat? Did you sleep?”

“Mother, I am fine.” Heaven assured her with a smile. “I feel better than ever. How are you?”

“I am fine, love.” She said and then her gaze went to Zamiel, who already stood up to greet her.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed.

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Her mother suspected immediately that something was going on. She walked to the table, greeted him and then they sat down.

“What is happening?” She asked.