After having lunch with her husband and children, her parents, Klara, Roshan, Gina, Zarin and her grandmother came to visit. They were concerned about her and wanted to see if she was alright.
Heaven felt a little strange being around all of them. Her father and Zarin who had turned demon themselves, tried to give her advice on how to adjust to her new self but none of it seemed helpful at the moment. She was still in turmoil, but she knew recovery would take time. She was just lost and scared and even around the people she loved, she felt uncomfortable and stressed out.
Her new heightened senses made her smell everything, hear voices from a long distance together and everyone's voices in the room. She could hear breaths and heartbeats, and it was overwhelming. She was slowly beginning to panic. It felt like everyone was talking in her ear and touching her everywhere.
Her eyes searched the room, not knowing what she was looking for until she met his eyes. His silver eyes seemed to see through her and deep into her soul. He gave her an encouraging smile and she smiled back at him but he must have seen the panic on her face before that.
He stood up and spoke to everyone, "thank you all for coming, but I think it is wise if we don't exhaust Heaven and let her rest."
He was nicely telling them to leave, and they understood. They wished her a fast recovery and hugged her goodbye before leaving. Heaven was so thankful for having Zamiel or she might have run away from the room after a while.
Zamiel came and sat next to her on the bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"A little confused," she admitted.
He reached for her face and caressed her cheek. "It will get better with time," he promised.
She hoped so.
When the night came, they went to their children's room and Zamiel read a story for them like every other night. The feeling of lying next to her children and listening to Zamiel's calming voice felt familiar, but the memories of those nights were diffuse as well. Slowly she was getting more and more anxious and disappointed. She wanted her memories back.
Heaven didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke up to Zamiel carrying her to their bed. The bed that didn't quite feel like hers yet and this man also didn't feel like her husband, even though there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was.
The way her demon reacted to his touch, and even his scent, was undeniable. He smelled like earth after rain. It was her favorite scent.
When he lay her down, she opened her eyes and still kept her arms around him. She looked into his silver eyes and he gazed back at her in the dark before leaning down and gently pressing his lips against hers.
They were warm and soft, moving in motions that made her shut off her mind. Her body came alive instead, heating and tingling faster than before. But it was the creeping feeling under her skin that kept waking her mind and alarming her. Something wanted to take control of her body.
Her demon.
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