I take in a deep breath, placing my glass down, trying not to get aggravated. I get up and grab his hand. Jartre gets up and follows me as I lead him into the back office and lock the door behind us, the pounding music of the club now dulled down to a dull throb. “Do you hear how controlling you sound?” “I never said you were my property, but you are mine. Our souls are bound, Gabriella. You are as much mine as I am yours,” he says, stalking towards me until I’m pressed against the desk. I gulp and look up at him, “That doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I wear.” He quirks his eyebrow, “Then how about I remove my shirt and spend the entire evening out there shirtless?” he says, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk, caging me between his arms. An image of drunk, horny patrons ogling him and trying to touch him all night flashes in my mind and makes my stomach churn, ready for that Tezus to do some more damage to my inside. That inexplicable anger returns just like i

As I sit on Gabriella’s couch, staring at the TV screen and blinking my eyes to change the channels in rapid succession, I find myself zoning out and reflecting on what a first tonight was for me. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun. Now that I think about it, I’ve never had this much fun, not once in my whole existence. The fact she drives my libido into a frenzy aside, I feel light when I’m with Gabriella. I’ve always tried to convince myself that because I’m a God, I’m above the rudimentary emotions that seem to plague humankind, but I’m realising I have more in common with them than I ever thought possible. When I’m with Gabriella, it’s like a whole new world full of infinite possibilities and experiences opens up to me, and that’s saying a lot. The pain and the fear melt away and all that’s left is ebullience. I still can’t believe I spent the night in the company of humans and ACTUALLY enjoyed every second of it. Despite all the fun I was having with Gabriella and

I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues. Speaking of dreams, we barely slept. I’m noticing we don’t do much sleeping when we get together, yet I never feel tired. I mean, sure, there are times when the man’s ability to give me multiple orgasms renders me unconscious, but there’s this constant need for him that keeps me going most of the time. Standing here my knees still feel like jelly and every muscle aches in ways they’ve never ached before.

He guides me out of the room and up another flight of stairs to the third floor, which is the bedroom. The entire third floor is the bedroom and ensuite! We step into a large bedroom of dark wood surrounded by windows overlooking the ocean. The bed and furniture are dark blues and greys, similar to his bedroom at his home, only this is much darker in contrast. At first glance, it feels like doom and gloom compared to the rest of the house but as I hear the waves crashing outside, I suddenly remember the sound of the rain the night we first made love. It was soothing and relaxing. I smile at the room as it dawns on me, that this room somehow perfectly embodies that night. I can picture the room's potential in my mind so clearly. A storm raging outside – probably conjured by one of Jartre’s moods – the skies turning grey, rain hitting the windows as the waves crash in the distance, all while I’m safely secure, curled up in his arms where nothing can hurt me. I don’t know how he did it,

I nod. “I did a lot of things. Gabriella…I…I killed the sanguidae in Oshmin’s care,” I say, closing my eyes tight in shame as images of terrified faces exploding in a shower of blood fill my vision, followed by the memory of me painting a message on the wall in their blood…I didn’t just kill them, I slaughtered them.“You what?” she whispers, though her voice is still perfectly clear to my ears.“I got so angry about everything. I wanted to hurt him. He was given everything, and he was taking it for granted…so I wanted to take everything away.” I look away, unable to see the nauseated feeling she has right now reflected in her beautiful eyes.“You murdered innocent people in cold blood…”“They were already dead,” I feebly defend myself.“Don’t even try that, Jartre,” she snaps, yanking her hand out of mine so quickly it leaves my palm stinging from the cold left behind. “You know damn well they were innocent, living, breathing people. You wouldn’t feel so shit if you didn’t know that