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Her eyes quickly snapped to mine and filled with worry while she stared at me for a moment, shaking her head. “Ravyn wanted you to terminate your pregnancy, remember? She would never save your baby,” Angie reminded me sternly. 

“I know, but she would save me. She wouldn’t let me die no matter what.”

“It wasn’t Ravyn! Devlin saved you, not Ravyn,” she yelled, storming out of my room.

It was the first time she ever yelled at me, and it hurt.

Chapter Six

Kara

Strange Miracles

After Angie’s strange outburst, I lay in bed alone wishing I could sleep. My mind was busy analyzing her words, and I missed the comfort of Devlin holding me, of anyone holding me. I hated being alone in Ravyn’s dark room. It seemed to welcome an onslaught of memories, both good and bad. 

When sleep finally came the dreams it offered were both haunting and wonderful. It was a dream that felt so real I never wanted to wake up. I dreamt of Ravyn slipping quietly into my room while I slept. She looked at me with the same curiosity that our love once carried, smiling at my silly thoughts of everlasting love. She fed me her magical blood and let me wrap myself around her like I used to, then she was gone.

I had the same dream every time I slept for the next two weeks, and I slept a good portion of my days away, just to enjoy her invisible comfort. The weird thing was that the dream never changed, no matter how hard I tried to get her to stay longer or talk to me, her actions were always the same.

One unusually warm December night the dream didn’t come, and I wasn’t able to get comfortable. Tossing and turning, it felt like my baby was doing somersaults within me. A sharp pain suddenly jerked me awake, and a piercing scream erupted from me. I screamed and cried, feeling like I was being ripped open from the inside out. My mind cried out to the first person who had always been there to save me.
RAVYN!
When her name escaped my thoughts Nebiros and Emma rushed into my room, flipping the lights on.

What I saw made me scream even louder. Tears of fear streamed down my face as if someone had turned a faucet on. Mom quickly leaned over me, pushing my shoulders back against the bed, blocking my view of the tiny bloody hand, with claws like Ravyn’s, that was sticking out of my stomach.

The fear in my Mother’s eyes could have matched mine, but she stayed calm on the outside and forced me to keep my eyes with her own.

“Kara, look at me, sweetie. You’re going to be just fine. Just stay focused, don’t look away from me,” she said.

The noise in the room grew as my family gathered around, discussing my condition. My panicked screams quickly drowned out all other noise in the room when I caught a glimpse of Angie leaning over me with a scalpel in hand. Before the darkness took me I remember thinking, thank god Ravyn wasn’t here to see this.

I came to roughly thirteen hours later, or so I was told, and I have to say I felt pretty darn good when I glanced around the sunlit room where my friends and family had gathered to watch over me. Abby paced back and forth next to the now-clean bed, bouncing a bundled blanket in her arms. The blonde hairs on the tiny head peeking out from the blanket glistened in the sun. Abby stopped to smile at me, and all I did was smile back curiously. 

She stepped forward, leaning over me and passing the bundle into my arms. “She’s beautiful, Mom,” Abby said with a smile.

Staring down at the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on, I smiled at my baby for the first time. Taking my time I noted her large steel-grey eyes, soft milky white perfect skin, cutest button nose, and a smile that melted my heart. She was so perfect and beautiful. “Hello Chloe Lilith Wombley,” I whispered without any thought of previous names. When her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, I was reminded of how she came into this world, but quickly shook it from my mind. 

“It is a beautiful name.” Lucifer’s announcement ripped my eyes away from my beautiful baby.

“Why are you here?” I asked. 

“I only wish to make sure you are doing well and to congratulate you, of course. I do not wish to upset you.” He bowed before backing away. 

I didn’t stop him, because I just wanted to stare at this little piece of me, who thankfully looked nothing like the monster who helped create her. Looking at my little girl, I finally knew my purpose in this world, and oddly that purpose had nothing to do with Ravyn. It revolved only around my beautiful baby girl.

I knew I had to keep her from the violent life of the demon world, to protect her no matter what the cost. I was suddenly grateful for my demon friends who remained by my side even after how badly I had treated them. I looked up at them, gathered around me. I wanted to tell them how sorry I was, how stupid I had been by treating them like the dirt under my feet these last few months. But somehow I felt they already knew. “Thank you,” I whispered. They were the only words that would come. 

My recovery was incredibly fast thanks to Angela’s blood. I imagine being a single mother would normally be incredibly difficult, but I was lucky enough to have my unorthodox family to help raise Chloe.

Mom was always with me, watching and giving me helpful little hints about raising a child. She was such a good grandmother and more importantly she was happy to be one. Even Nebiros stepped up and was intrigued with Chloe, so I introduced him as Grandpa. Abby was a loving sister, who couldn’t spend enough time with her baby sister. Devlin become an uncle and Angie was an aunt. To my surprise Angie was the most cautious around Chloe, like she was unsure what to do with her or that she might hurt her. I trusted them all fully and again found myself relieved that Ravyn was gone.

My relief didn’t last long, because I could feel her lurking somewhere close. Either her shift in the air was more powerful or I was. She remained close for the next few days. It worried me, but only for Chloe’s safety, so like a good mother I stayed close and found myself passing by the windows often, searching for any sign of Ravyn while I soothed my baby girl. I wanted Ravyn to see what she would be taking from me. I wanted her to see that my beautiful Chloe was normal and not a threat to anyone.

Being a mom was an amazing feeling, but being the mother of a powerful creature was challenging, to say the least. My little Chloe was growing at a ridiculous rate but with no teeth or fangs, thank god. I was warming bottles of demon blood donated daily by my friends instead of formula, which was disturbingly weird.

I’m not going to lie, it was depressing as hell not understanding what my own daughter needed. When her otherworldly abilities started to turn up, I found myself leaning on my demon friends again.

I loved my friends yet I couldn’t help occasionally worrying if Ravyn was right about my baby. She was powerful, and it was beginning to scare me. To my surprise it was Abby who eased all of my worries with one simple statement while we were putting Chloe in her crib for the night.

“I will always be here for you Chloe. Sleep well my special sister,” Abby whispered, kissing Chloe’s cheek.

Chloe was in a loving home, surrounded by a loving family who would always be here for her. Ravyn was wrong; my baby was going to be just fine. With that relieved thought I moved to the window in Ravyn’s former room, opening the curtains. I searched for her again. I could feel her, and I knew why she had come back. It was my frightened cry to her via thoughts when I went into labor, if that’s what you would call it.

Ravyn, I know you are here. I can feel you. Please don’t hurt my baby girl.
I sent my thoughts then turned away, moving into the bathroom for a hot relaxing bath in her giant tub. I took a deep breath before stripping in front of the large mirror. I silently thanked Angela for giving me the healing power of her blood, sparing me another scar.

I already had plenty of those, and thanks to Devlin’s miracle medicine they were only pale marks now. They were still there and would always be there to remind me, still giving me moments like this, when I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while I was alone. Always alone. I could no longer be weak in front of my family. I had a daughter and Abby to look after, to be strong for.

The air around me suddenly shifted, and a warm breeze wrapped around me. I stayed unmoving, knowing I had nothing to fear. Then my dark lover appeared in the mirror, looking at me with a worry and innocence that took my breath away.

“I was worried. I had to see you,” she whispered, slowly closing the distance. She slid her warm hands over my hips and my flat stomach, pulling me against her overly warm body.

I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t. The relief and safety of being in her arms was intoxicating. “I don’t think Jeanie would be happy about seeing you here like this,” I teased with a smile.

“You smell very good,” Ravyn whispered against my neck.

“Do I? Are you ignoring my question?” I giggled, watching her hand creep ever closer to my breast. She still wanted me, she still cared. Grabbing her hand in mine just before she could capture my breast I slid away from her and stepped into the tub, pulling my knees against my chest to hide my body from her hands and eyes.

Ravyn grinned. “Jeanie knows why I am here. She is only a friend, a friend who has helped me get to this moment.” 

“What moment is that?” I studied her while she approached the tub and crouched down, looking directly in my eyes. She seemed overly calm. It wasn’t the same calm that usually meant someone was about to die. She was caring and gentle, but there was a massive darkness hiding in her, almost too well. The way she looked at me, so lovingly, so intense. It made me nervous.

“This moment, the moment I could come home to you. I have been working hard for this Kara. The days away from you, the pain I caused, it has all been for this. So I could be with you again,” she explained.

“What hard work Ravyn? You left me, you wanted to kill my baby, you wanted me to kill her. You can’t change the things you said.”

“No, I can’t. But I can work to show you I was wrong. Who saved you that night?” she asked, taking off her coat and boots.

“Devlin did. What are you doing?” I asked, watching her strip. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I saw the dry blood lining the scar on her chest and her shoulder. “Jesus, Ravyn.” I shook my head in disappointment.

“Well, that’s comforting to know,” she replied with that cocky grin that made my heart flutter.

“What is comforting? And whose blood is that?”

“Mine. A problem that will be dealt with later. You are far more important,” she said, stepping into the tub.

“Ravyn, please don’t do this,” I pleaded, sliding away into the corner.

“Kara, I would never hurt you. You have to know this,” Ravyn pleaded.

“I do know you won’t hurt me, but you want Chloe dead, and she is a part of me,” I said, watching her sidle her naked body closer to mine.

“That’s right, she is a part of you. That is why I can’t hurt her. If I hurt her, I would only hurt you, and I can’t do that.” Ravyn’s eyes pleaded with me while she held her hand out, waiting for me to take it.

I couldn’t deny her wonderful innocence in these moments. “Don’t you dare hurt me or my baby Ravyn,” I warned before taking her hand, letting her pull me closer.

“Relax, you are both safe with me,” she whispered, guiding my still-curled up body between her legs, curling her body protectively around mine. It didn’t take long for me to relax against her.

I couldn’t deny how badly I had wanted this, how her touch sent pleasurable chills running through my body. How in this moment I had no fear of being close to someone again. Ravyn was the only one who could ever make me feel so loved. Even after all she had done, I couldn’t stop loving her. When her hand moved over my thigh I knew exactly what she wanted. I also knew what I wanted. I wanted her to remind me what it felt like to be loved.

Ravyn always loved to be inside me, she loved tasting me. But tonight had to be about my control and my own desire to taste her, to show her what she had been missing, what she willingly gave up. When her finger crept over the last inch of my inner thigh, I took a shaky breath before pushing her hand away and quickly rose to my feet. Her eyes followed my body, swirling with desire as she stood; her hands searched for my skin again, only to be batted away.

She followed me like a lost puppy to the bedroom. “You want me?” I asked, watching her eyes grope my breasts. It was a desire I desperately wanted her to feel.

I crawled onto the bed, pulling her with me before pushing her onto her back. I prowled over her, teasing her with light kisses along her neck. Keeping her hands under control was proving to be challenging. “Don’t touch,” I said firmly, taking her nipple ever so gently between my teeth; her back arched and a low growl escaped her throat. Releasing my hold on her nipple I felt her relax before rolling my tongue over it, flicking at it then circling it while my finger slid over the warmth between her legs. Her body tensed when I seized her hard nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. I couldn’t wait any longer; I wanted to be back inside of her, to feel her orgasm against me. My finger slowly entered her tight warmth with my own moan.

I was inside of her, but it wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, I had to taste her. Slowing my lips trailed away from her breast and down her stomach while my finger moved slowly inside of her, feeling her wetness grow. Staring into her eyes I let my tongue tease her, finally tasting her wonderful sweet nectar.

I could see her own desperate need to taste me. It didn’t take long before she got her way, but I controlled her every move and forcefully. I wanted the beast to come out, I wanted it to yell at me and take what it wanted. But it never did.

Ravyn’s control only frustrated me and took some of the enjoyment away from my controlling night. Regardless of who was truly in control Ravyn gave me a night of pleasures that I was unsure I would ever feel again after my torture and rape. She always knew how to put my worries at ease and make me feel alive with love. For this I would always love her and be thankful to have her.