Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

273. Olivia - Demon III

Two armed guards appear at the top of the stairs, ready to kill anyone in their path. The moment they see Mose, they run like they've seen a cannibal demon covered in blood. Mose doesn't even bother to follow them. I arch an eyebrow. Are these Azael's men? Cowards. "It looks like you owe them both a new pair of pants." Mose's chest rumbles. In a serious tone, I add, "We need to get all the experiments we can out of here before this place is destroyed." "No," Mose growls. "Leave. Now."

"I have nothing against leaving, but there are innocent people here who need help to get out."

"No. Mine!"

Just because we are bonded, it doesn't mean he can order me around. He's a Lord. Or a demon. Damn. This is too complicated. It's in men's nature to order women around or prevent them from doing anything they want. What makes this demon different from any other man?

"Fine. I'll do it myself then." Before Mose can protest even more, I add, "I'm not asking your permission; I'm telling you what I'm going to do. You can either help me or fuck off."

I bite my bottom lip because I can't believe I said that. It's different with Azael because I'm not scared of him. He can't do any more to me than what he has already done. But Mose and his blood-brothers are an entirely different thing. They never hesitate to punish me in the worst way possible, especially Tyson and Rueben. They are the ones who hate me the most.

Mose spanked me even when I was trying my best to do as I was told. I don't want him to think I haven't learned my lesson.

If I had this darkness inside me the night I killed Camila, she would still be here. I would have still lost him, but at least I would have had my best friend with me. Going on without her is so hard.

didn't hesitate to kick me out of the farm or to tell me to die

doesn't look

of hesitation, he

reasonable. You can put me down now. My ankle is suddenly all better." Mose narrows his eyes, lifts up my legs, one by

alarm goes off, leading to mass hysteria.

we've been trapped inside. If we don't find

good thing I shared my location when I sent the SOS message. Maybe word of my whereabouts will reach *him*, and *he* will visit this place to say *his* final goodbye. I ask for too much. *He* will never do that. Not wanting to die with resentment between us, I let go of any negative emotions I have. I don't forgive *him* because *he* deserves it, but because I'm so damn tired of blaming *him* for leaving me. For not being by my side when I most needed *him*. I made choices that led me to where I am today. If I want

me wonder if my father knew what a threat Azael was and is, and that's why he kept

questions will never be answered, and I don't mind. I've lived my life and loved with all my heart

waiting

is my little boy with

reunited with

only one regret that I never told Ansel how much I care for him. If we had more time, maybe, just maybe, I would have learned to love him-Jasper and Mose, too. Not the way they wanted or deserved, but it would have been genuine nonetheless. Maybe I would have let Ansel teach me how to be happy again. Maybe

so he won't go batshit crazy and kill even more experiments, I say loudly,