My Second Chance

Chapter 26: #26 Gold Weapons Scare The Shit Out Of Me

Sapphire's P.O.V

I pretended to be asleep as my mates scent enveloped me.

"You aren't asleep kitten." He stated before crawling into the space beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I internally groaned. Great, just great.

I made no response and kept my eyes shut. "Hey, you aren't asleep." He poked the upper of my arm. "I'm going to." I mumbled. "Okay. But it doesn't change that I want to annoy you." He chuckled. "Well, it's working." I muttered. "So... What did you and my mother talk about?" He asked questionly. I felt my muscles tense up at the topic. "It's nothing. Go to sleep, okay?" I said, forcing my tensed body to relax and snuggling into his chest, relishing the comfort it provided.

"I don't want to sleep." He grumbled. "Why?" I asked, turning around to face him. "How can I sleep when I have such a gorgeous girl beside me?" He grinned and kissed me hungrily. Awww, Gwen cooed and I internally swooned. But I knew that I would let something about me and Georgia slip if I wavered. So instead, I snorted. "I'm not beautiful." I scoffed. Ryder widened his eyes as if my comment was faker than a plastic Barbie. Yes, I just used a Barbie to describe the moment, deal with it. P.S. to all those Barbie lovers out there, no offense. "You gotta go get glasses or something." He muttered. "Flattery will get you nowhere. Now sleep, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." I smiled sweetly. "Come on, just a little make out session?" He had his grey puppy eyes on.

"Fine." I sat up and straddled him. He had a devilish grin on his face. I mean, who can say no to those beautiful eyes?

Sure, that's the reason you agreed, Gwen snorted. Yeah, it's not like you actually internally wanted it or something. It's not like I can read your mind and know how you feel...Gwen drawled. No... I had no choice, I argued. But a little part of my brain said in a pitched and high voice, well... Shut up, brain, I snapped mentally.

After a 15 minute hot and heavy make out session, I was lying on the bed panting. "Gods you taste amazing." He smirked. I let out a little laugh. "We can do it tomorrow again right?" He asked hopefully. "Maybe." I teased. "Oh come on." He groaned. "Okay, fine. Just go to sleep. And mind you, no drawing on my face again." I gave him a warning glance. "Okay." He kissed me lightly and I snuggled into his chest once more.2

In a few minutes, he dozed off and snored lightly. I thought back at Georgia and I's conversation.

"This room is soundproof so we can talk without been heard." Georgia stated as she pushed two wooden doors open, revealing a large room, almost as large as my mate's office. I knew that this was the room where meetings were usually held as I stepped in. It had a heavy and solemn atmosphere. It just made me more panicked and scared. I forced myself to breath in and out, successfully calming myself. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Georgia walked to a picture and lifted it, revealing a safe behind it and did the combination. I let my guard down and watched curiously. She took a small leather pouch out and undid the strings. She pulled out something gold and I shrieked in alarm. Drew snarled at the sight of the weapon.

In her hand, she held a gold dagger. It had ancient writing on it's blade. I knew what it was once my eyes landed on it.

The legendary dagger...

"How do you have it? There's only one in the whole world." I gasped, taking a step back. She ignored the question and instead eyed me. "You are a demon, aren't you?" She asked calmly. I took another step backwards. You are probably confused why I'm scared. After all, I'm a demon.

The only thing that can seriously hurt a demon, gold. It takes longer to heal and gold burns against our skin, just like silver does on a werewolf. But the dagger Georgia was holding, it rips demon souls out of their bodies very slowly and painfully. It doesn't matter if I'm half werewolf, once that thing pricks

through my skin, I'm as good as dead. A light scratch would hurt, but it won't be strong enough to kill. It has to be stabbed straight down.

You guys were thinking being a half demon rocks huh? Well, guess again. While werewolves needs to be careful of silver, I have to avoid both silver and gold. Yup, that's my life. It sucks.

Words were stuck in my throat. My heart started thumping louder and quicker. What if I'm stabbed right here? What would Ryder say once he knows it was his mother who killed his mate? Would he be angry at her? Or will he hate me because I didn't tell him? Will he be sad? Or will he forget about me and find another girl? The thought alone made a pain shoot through my heart. I trembled, scared of the possibilities.

"Are you a demon?" Georgia repeated. "Yes." I croaked out, able to let a word escape my throat. "What do you think I'm going to do with you?" She asked steely calm, so calm it scared me. I answered the thought that came to me immediately, knowing that stalling wouldn't help.

"Kill me." I said without hesitation. "Kill you?" She repeated questionly. "Kill me. Just get it over with." I said, surprising myself. I felt no hint panic or fear, as if I have been waiting for this moment my whole life.

She smiled. A small but genuine one.

"Why would I?" She smiled amusely. "Why?" I widened my eyes. She raised an eyebrow as if to challenge me to explain to her. "I mean, that's the first thing that crosses people minds isn't it? See something you fear or don't like, kill it." I shrugged. "You do know you are comparing yourself to rats, cockroaches and all sorts of insects, right?" An amused glint still in her eyes. "I guess I am." I smiled a little, despite the situation I was in. "That makes sense." She nodded.

"So... are you going to kill me? You don't have all day." I stared at her squarely in her eyes. "People might think you are sucidal." She smirked. "Doesn't matter what they think, I'll be gone soon anyway." It

slipped out of my mouth. "To answer your question, no. I'm not killing you." She smiled. I blinked once, then twice. "You aren't killing me?" I widened my eyes in disbelief, my gaze flicking between the dagger and her face. "Why should I? You mean no harm." She shrugged. "No harm? How can you be so sure?" I scoffed. "Please, if you wanted to kill us all, you would've done it earlier, once you reached this pack." She smirked. "But... your husband, he was killed my...my father, a demon. Doesn't it mean something to you?" I asked hesitantly. "It had nothing to do with you. It was your father, why put the blame on you." She said in a matter-in-factly voice. "Would you even feel safe having me around?" I mumbled. Unfortunately, she heard.

"Of course, you're my sons mate.That's one big reason. Two, you would've already killed this pack if you wanted to. Three, I heard about your fight with Jennifer. You could've killed and stated that it was an accident but you didn't. Four, you're half demon, you aren't pure evil. You still have a nice heart in there." She smiled at me and I felt my heart warm up at her compliment. She placed the dagger back into the safe, making me sigh a little with relief. "Five, we can never change the past." She added quietly. I knew that it wasn't directed to me so I pretended that I didn't hear it.

She turned back to me. "When did you know?" I asked, leaning against the wall. "Once I saw you. I know a lot more about demons than you think." She grinned. "How?" I cocked my head to the left a little. "Thanks to the book your father left. I learned a lot about them." She pressed a little piece of the wall. What happened next surprised me.

The right sight of the wall slide open, revealing a staircase that leaded down.

"Come on." I followed Georgia obediently. The wall closed behind us. "We'll be able to get out later right?" I asked in alarm. "I wouldn't have led you in if we couldn't right?" Georgia smirked, amused. I grinned sheepishly.

We went down the steep stairs slowly and carefully. I gasped as we came down to a wide opening. All sorts of books were stacked in shelves. Demons, Faeries, Witches, Werewolves, Angels, Goddesses...

"This is my secret library. You are the only person who knows about this place besides me." Georgia stated before going to the demons shelf and pulling out a book with a leather cover. She handed it to me and I room it gently. My father's book.

"This is the only thing he left here other than you, his own flesh and blood." She said. "This book tells us a lot about demons, almost everything actually, but the last page was missing." Georgia continued and I nodded. "You can come here anytime you want. Just keep this place a secret." She said, putting a soothing hand on my shoulder. I nodded. She turned to leave and I continued to stare at the book I held in my arms.

"Oh, Sapphire," Georgia called at I looked at her. She was already a few stairs up. "Yeah?" I answered. "If I'm not mistaken, you have 9 days left." I think my eyes just widened a fraction. I was speechless.

"You have to trust him. I know when my son's falling in love. And I think he has already past that stage. If you don't tell him, you'll ruin everything between you guys." She said before turning and continued up the stairs, leaving me stunned.

What does she mean by passing the falling in love stage? Does it mean... he has fallen in love with me? I stood there dumbly, still clutching the book in my hand.

"Ryder... What should I do?" I whispered, staring at the ceiling and letting Ryder use me as a teddy bear.