The Devil's Masquerade: The Remedy (The Devil's Eyes) by Jennifer Loren Page B

Savage will come running to rescue his treasure from you,” he says.
    “They don’t stand a chance with Nick in there,” I say to him.
    “But they do if you go in?” he asks, but his words somehow sound like a statement rather than a question. The more time that passes, the more anxious I become.
    “I have to go help them. I have to see him . Are you going to come?”
    “If need be,” he says.
    With an intense exhale, he releases me. I rush in, finding him, finding a resemblance of him, but it is not Nick, not my Nick. I have an overwhelming sense of relief with a touch of fear. I was becoming increasingly worried that I would never see Nick again, but now that he stands in front of me, I begin to fear that I may never be able to feel his loving touch again. Nick nears me with a desire to kill, and I can feel him wanting me dead with every step forward. When his frustration reaches a boiling point, he reaches out to strangle me, but I block his efforts. Kamini prepared me for this, but it is much harder than I thought it would be. I want to feel him touch me so badly, even if it is his fisted grip around my neck. I have to fight every desire inside me and stand up to him with full control and strength. His gazing eyes over my body prove he wants to know who I am, but his trembling hands cause me to believe that he is starting to fear me. I begin to go over my training in my head while trying to remember to breathe and not show any signs that I fear him.
    Kamini said, “Act calmly but precisely. Give him no sense of your fear of him. Show him only your strength, and lure him into you. Draw him in with a whisper, with a light touch, and make the draw so unnoticeable that he doesn’t even realize what is happening until it is too late.”
    I don’t move towards him. I only stay locked on his eyes and whisper, “Do you want me, Nick?” He doesn’t move, but when I touch his warm cheek with a soft hand, he jumps back from me. I must have moved too quickly, or I did too much, or maybe he is just too strong for me? I never get to find out. Savage roars in and pulls Nick away. I am able to gain one last look into Nick’s eyes as he is pushed out the door. He looked back over his shoulder at me just like he did when he first saw me at his club. Only this time, Nick really does want to kill me.
    I don’t know why Savage took Nick away or exactly what he has done to him. The only thing I know for sure is that I still love Nick Jayzon.
    Leaving the hangar was the hardest thing I had to do. I wanted to believe he would run back, run back for me. I stood so strong and defiant in front of him that now, when I have to move, I can’t feel my legs. I can’t enable my body to move away from this spot. It seems as if even my body craves my love to come back and carry me away, safely in his arms. By the time we arrive back at our cars, I have no memory of ever moving from that space where I felt his warmth against my hand.
    “Kayla, are you okay?” Ryan asks. He breathes in deeply beside me as a commotion begins around the car. The whispers and the conversations become blended and distorted; it is all unimportant to me at this moment until Amery whispers in my ear.
    “You know you hold all the power, Kayla. You alone are the only one that can defeat Savage. You saw how he ran, how he removed Nick. Why would he do that? Why would he force Nick out when Nick could have easily killed everyone by himself, not to mention with Savage’s help and Galena being there, to? There was something Savage was scared of, and that something is you,” Amery says with some sort of hope in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. He steps away with a large smile. “I told you, and now we know for sure.”
    Despite Amery’s hopeful tone and his reassurance that I can help everyone against Savage, I still feel a heavy weight holding me down. Nick clearly has no idea who I am or even who his brother is. That gut wrenching