“You dare touch her and I swear to God, I will kill you,” he said calmly, though Beth recognised the tinge of anger in his tones.
As she watched his trembling muscles, his calm expression, she saw the anger in the redness of his eyes. They glowed so brightly that they were stars against the dark background of his surroundings. She realised that this wasn’t anger; it was complete and utter rage. None of the other demons dared to stop him, also coming to this realisation.
“Do you understand?” Robert asked with an undertone in his voice that she’d never heard before. It sounded as though there was another voice underneath Robert’s own: the spirit that was part of him.
“Yes,” the demon whispered breathlessly. “Yes, I understand.”
The demon was released, collapsing to the floor and coughing brutally, wheezing as air flooded back into his deprived lungs.
Robert turned back to the group and Beth almost ran to him. She didn’t though, for fear of being pulled away from his entirely by the demons that were in charge.
Robert turned and walked down the hallway, leading the demons instead of being dragged. When they reached what looked like an old-fashioned prison, Robert turned to the demons without a word. His eyes had returned to their usual dark brown. Beth and he were led to a cell. It was opened for them and Robert walked in of his own accord, so Beth followed.
She threw herself into Robert’s arms as the door was locked. She saw the demons walking away, though one remained several metres away to keep watch. She tightened her arms around Robert, grateful to feel him holding her back.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, “this is entirely my fault.”
“No, it’s not,” Robert said, stroking her hair. “This was always going to happen. I’m sure the why was changeable though.”
She sniffed, trying to hold back tears and looked up at him. She felt his lips against hers immediately and responded, standing on her tiptoes.
Robert walked backwards before hitting the wall and sliding down it so she ended up in his lap. She allowed her tears to fall onto his cheeks. She pulled away and wiped them from his skin before dabbing at her own eyes with her sleeve.
He smiled slightly and kissed her briefly. She leant against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I love you,” she whispered to him.
“I love you more,” he replied immediately, kissing her hair.
She sighed, letting her eyes slide closed. She felt home, in Robert’s arms. She forgot about everything else. She forgot about the death sentence looming over them both, about the cell they were locked in, about the demons that stalked the halls and corridors.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked quietly without opening her eyes.
“It seemed the most logical choice. This is the slayerhouse we raided on Sunday night.”
“Where are the others? At the safe house?”
He shook his head slightly. “Nearly everyone came. I split us into two, leaving the others outside the patrol the grounds.”
“Nearly everyone?” she asked, looking up at him.
“You mean a great deal to us, Beth. To them, to me... To all of us.”