My Guardian Demon

Chapter 47: Spoilers

I can't sleep.

Everyone else is snoring away and I'm not even tired.

How am I even supposed to sleep when I have to go and see Zac without telling anyone?

Everyone else was downstairs whilst I was curled up next to Nathaniel in my own bed. Part of me knows what's going to happen tomorrow but I don't want to believe it.

Zac wants to start the war early, probably catch me off guard or something thinking that I still can't control my powers.

Well, he's completely wrong. I know full well how to control them, and he doesn't even realise how strong I actually am. Even when I'm not using the power from my necklace.

I've realised something though, which I found out a few weeks back when I was trying to use its power is that the necklace is a backup plan.

During the war, if I can't defeat Satan with my own strength and magic then I need to use the power from my necklace which was gifted to me by my parents.

However, in doing so I need to let it take control of me, which means sacrificing myself anyway as it will slowly destroy me from the inside because no human is meant to have that sort of power.

I'm guessing my future self doesn't use it, and I'm hoping this one doesn't too. Although I think Zac knows this.

"That's it, I'm getting a shower," I whisper to myself.

Making my way to the bathroom quietly so I don't wake Nathaniel, I turned it on and stepped in straight away.

As the hot water hit my skin I close my eyes and remember what happened between me and Nathaniel.

Let's just say he finally lost his virginity, and oh my god it was amazing. My legs still feel like jelly and the pain between my legs is still there.

For an angel, he's a devil in bed.

Picking up my coconut shampoo ready to wash my hair I heard a creak behind me so I spun around holding the bottle up ready to squirt at the intruder.

A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom revealing Nathanial.

"Don't think you'll do much damage with some shampoo beautiful," he spoke, his voice laced with humor.

"Don't underestimate my shampoo."

When I faced the other way, pouring some on my hair to wash I felt his arms circle around my waist.

"Why are you having a shower at three in the morning?"

"I can't sleep," I turned my head to the side to glance at him.

"How come?" one of his fingers started to glide across my skin.

"Just thinking, and I'm not really tired."

He smirked, "didn't I tire you out before?" then I turned around so I could see him properly.

He took a step forward making me step back.

"Not quite," I whispered, dipping my head so he couldn't see me blushing.

His fingers tilted my head up, staring into my eyes then casually looking me up and down as he growled.

"Well we will just have to change that then won't we," before I could register what he said I was pushed against the cold tiled wall.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

I couldn't help but look him up and down, water trickling down his abs and his hair stuck to his forehead.