Chapter 5 Escaping Death's Door Ii

• Chapter 5 – Escaping Death's Door, Part 2
• Liliana
• My heart was beating against my chest as I got farther and farther away from Gerald's pack.
• I was half sure he would return and kill me.
• It didn't make sense for him to let me go.
• After an hour on the bus and no sign of them, I relaxed a bit.
• I was almost in the gladiator pack. In about 30 minutes I'd be in his arms.
• In the arms of the love of my life.
• It wasn't long when I entered the Gladiator's pack.
• The familiar tall but stylish buildings of the Eastern province welcomed me.
• The smell of spice and the sound of soft music coming from a bar penetrated the night air.
• In a couple of minutes I will be at the pack house.
• A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the taxi stopped me in front of the pack house.
• I was here and alive.
• I paid the man and made my way to the gate.
• The guards immediately opened the door.
• “Thanks, Sylvester,“ I said.
• “Are you okay, Luna?” They asked.
• They'd always called me this. Even since I was a kid.
• It always rubbed me the wrong way, but today, it made me feel confident in my position with Damon.
• “Where is Damon?” I questioned.
• “Inside. He's in a meeting. I'll get him.”
• “Thank you.” I said, following him into the living room – a large expanse of space that I had come to know like my own home.
• I sat down on the big red sofa but immediately stood when I saw Damon coming.
• He looked at me like he was staring at a ghost.
• I quickly ran towards him, hugging him.
• “You have no idea the horrible day I had today.”
• I said.
• There was shock in his eyes, but then he smiled.
• “I'm so happy to see you, love. But you didn't tell me you were coming.”
• I started to cry as I remembered the shit I had been through today.
• “What's wrong!” He asked.
• “I was banished, Damon.”
• I said.
• “What? How?”
• “Tony. He accused me of killing my father!”
• “What? Why would he do that?”
• “I only know. I have no idea what came over him. And then I was captured by assassins, the Ravagers. They almost killed me. I managed to escape.”
• Domon’s jaw clenched.
• “That bastard!” He muttered under his breath.
• “What?”
• “Um, nothing. How about you get some rest, and tomorrow we'll figure out what to do.”
• I nodded, hugging him again. He hugged me tightly, and every doubt that bastard had put in my head immediately disappeared like it was never there.
• I still had my fiancée.
• “Come on,” he said, carrying me bridal style.
• “I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you, my love.” He said it, his facial expression one of genuine concern.
• I could tell he was upset by the crease that formed on his forehead.
• “It's okay; I'm just glad you're still you.”
• He gave me a confused look but didn't say anything.
• I thought about warning him about Gerald and his band of assassins but decided against it. I doubted he'd dare come here.
• Damon put me in the shower and washed all of the mud and blood off me. He proceeded to kiss my face gently, soothing my rattled nerves.
• Now that I was in familiar territory, all I wanted was to sleep and forget today ever happened.
• Damon carried me out of the bathroom, dried me up, dressed me in one of his old clothes and got into bed with me but not before sending my brother a message that he was coming for him.
• It wasn't long before I fell asleep to the sound of his rising and falling chest.
• “***
• I woke up feeling pressed.
• I quickly stood and rushed to the bathroom to pee.
• I sighed when I was done, wiped, flushed and sauntered out of the bathroom.
• I frowned when I didn't see Damon anywhere in the room.
• The spot he'd been sleeping in was empty.
• I glanced at the clock. It was only 5:30am in the morning.
• I sat on his spot, feeling the bed. I was surprised to find it very cold, like it hadn't been slept on for a while.
• Frowning, I made my way out of the room to find him.
• I had a feeling he was probably on the phone with Tony by now.
• He'd seemed very angry last night.
• I opened the door carefully and strolled out of my room.
• I made my way down the hall. It was quiet and dimly lit, making me stumble against something.
• I looked down, and it was a woman's heels.
• What the hell?
• Despite feeling a bit dizzy, I bent down and picked up the shoe. It was an expensive one. Who could have possibly flung their shoe all the way here?
• I searched for the second pair but couldn't find it anywhere. What I did find at a distance was a purse.
• I walked carefully towards the purse to pick it up before I got to where it was.
• I heard sounds of moaning and grunting coming from the door beside me.
• I frowned and listened closely to see if I was hearing right.
• I leaned in, placing my gears against the door, but as I leaned into the door, I lost my balance and fell straight into the room. My heart stopped as I saw Damon shirtless, his body covered in sweat, hovering over a woman.
• I screamed. The sound tore from my throat before I could stop it. Damon's head snapped towards me, his eyes wide with shock. The woman beneath him gasped and scrambled away, yanking the covers over her.
• “What the hell are you doing here?” Damon shouted, snatching up a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
• My mouth opened, but no words came out. I felt like I was choking on my own heartbeat. My lungs burnt, my throat tightened, but all I could do was stare at him, at the man I had trusted with everything.
• “How could you do this to me?” I finally croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.
• His face twisted, and he let out a cruel laugh. “You really are a fool, Lilliana. Did you actually believe I cared about you?” he sneered.
• It felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
• “Were you… Were you working with Tony? Were you both trying to kill me?”
• His smirk made me nauseous. “Yes. And I was just about to finish the job.”
• I didn't wait to hear more. I turned and ran. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor, tears blurring my vision as his footsteps thundered behind me.
• I reached the front door, nearly there – when I felt his presence closing in. I screamed again.
• But then, a blur cut between us.
• Gerald.
• But it was too late; Damon was already on me, his sprouted sharp fangs on my bare neck.
• “Let her go! Or else, you would be dead in seconds.” Gerald roared.