Steven inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the room.
Chevalier’s foot connected with his jaw, shattering it and dropping him back to the floor, “Do it again, I
dare you.”
“How do you do it?” he asked, his jaw healing quickly. “How can you be around her with the smell of her
blood so near to you?”
Chevalier knelt beside him, “Control, Boy… something you better have soon.”
Steven’s eyes grew wider. He clutched his chest and screamed an inhumane, guttural scream. His body
writhed in agony on the floor as he fought to stop the torment. Chevalier ran full force into the bathroom
door, sending it into splinters on the floor. Emily was curled up in the corner, her eyes glazed over and
unmoving. He reached out and touched her face.
“Emily, enough.” His tone was forceful.
She jumped at his voice, her eyes coming to rest on his. She was shivering, fear had taken over her body.
The screams from the bedroom stopped suddenly.
He whispered softly, “It’s ok, Em… everything’s ok.”
“It was so quiet… I thought… he… “
“I thought he’d killed you,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
Chevalier smiled, “Not a chance. You did well, Child. I’m very proud of you.”
She looked up at him, confused.
“Stay here. I’ll go take care of Steven.” He stood up, but didn’t walk away when he felt her hand close
around his ankle.
“I won’t be long. It’s ok, he’ll be too out of it to resist me.” He gently pulled away from her grasp.
