There was only one way to rid herself from the curse and gain her eyesight back, but how? Blood clearly wasn’t the answer—that had been obvious when nothing had happened when she killed the Demons. Gabriel’s blood worked—he was the answer to her problems, it was his blood she needed to be cured, not just any Demon. Swearing under her breath, she used the remnants of Gabriel’s power to teleport her to him. His scent filled her nose instantly, and his soft breathing lured her towards where he showered. Keeping the dagger held in a tight grip, she eased into the room, knowing he hadn’t noticed her. Couldn’t have. She raised the dagger when she was close enough. Gabriel grabbed her hand as she brought the deadly weapon down and locked onto hers, preventing her from moving any further before he spun her around and pinned her to the wet wall with the knife pressed against her neck. “You were foolish to come here. I could sense you before you even arrived.” Amelia struggled against him, when he pressed the knife further against the skin of her neck. “What are you going to do, kill me?” “You know I don’t want to do that. What I was to know is why you ran, why won’t you accept my help?” “I won’t accept help from a kind who wiped out mine!” “Yet you were quick to ask for it to help your sister.” She growled low. “Jenson slaughtered my family in front of me, giving them no chance of defending themselves. I won’t stop until I get what I want.” Gabriel gripped the back of her neck and shifted closer until she felt his lips barely touch hers. “You would ruin everything to seek revenge on one man? You would end the World for your own pleasure.” She didn’t speak. No that wasn’t what she wanted, even if she did want Jenson’s death. Amelia couldn’t put an entire race of humans out of existence like the Demon’s did to her own kind when she swore to protect them. Gabriel ran his lips along her jaw and she shivered, breathing heavily. He put his lips to her ears. “What is it you want above all others, right this second?” He was baiting her—he knew what she wanted. When she felt his hand slacken against the knife, she knocked it out of his grasp and spun him around. He grabbed her wrists before she could touch him, but she twisted them, grabbed his wrists and pressed them into the tiled wall. “Don’t fight me.” Gabriel’s laugh was low and husky. “I wouldn’t even dare.” Amelia and Gabriel Bound
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