This voice didn't want to leave me alone! No matter how many times I told him to shut up he would either ignore me or laugh. I didn't understand why he was even in my head. I must be going crazy.
"Crazy for Cameron," he added with a dreamy tone.
"Shut up," I groaned. What couldn't he understand, he was the evil, the Daemon King.
"He is our lover," he corrected.
"He is a monster!"
"You're the monster rejecting our mate! Can't you feel his suffering? Let me out you impostor and let me take care of him!" the voice accused.
"What are you even talking about? Let you out? Impostor?" the voice went dead silent. Now he was ignoring me? Oh God no! "Answer me!" I half shouted angrily.
Then the door appeared and the Daemon King walked in. He looked at me with a worried expression plastered on his face. What now? He came to sit beside me on the bed and gently caressed my cheek.
"Who are you talking to?" he asked as his hold tightened around my hair. I groaned in discomfort as he asked the question again.
"Why do you care?" I grumbled as I gripped his arm hoping it would lessen the pressure.
"Answer me," he growled in an animalistic way making me flinch.
"Don't even dare to lie to me."
"M-myself!" I answered when his grip tightened making it too painful.
"Yourself?" he raised an eyebrow surely not believing me.
"Y-Yes, there's a voice inside my head, t-talking non-stop. I don't know how and why, but Cameron, it's me! I promise, so please!" he let go of my hair and mine immediately went to the spot. I thought he was going to rip all my hair out.
Something felt wrong with me. My mind and feelings were hazy and totally confused. It must be that voice fault. Since I heard him, everything started to turn wrong.
"What did the voice say?" he asked his voice all kind and soft again.
Should I tell him? No, of course not. He was the enemy. I shouldn't be even talking with him. That's right, I would not tell a thing.
"Nothing," I simply answered as I moved away to the other side of the bed.
"Tell me, Love," he demanded making me feel light-headed all over again.
Then the voice appeared again, "Tell him. He will help me." When that voice noticed that I wasn't going to answer him, he added, "It will be a win-win situation. He helps me out of your mind and you won't ever hear me again."
No. This sounded way too fishy. This was my mind, my body, so I get to decide.
He groaned in frustration and I felt him push something in my head making me flinch in pain.
"Wha-" I cried out in pain and held my head between my hands. "Stop!" I shouted as someone, surely the Daemon King, tried to talk to me, but I couldn't register his words, the pain. The pain!
"Then let me talk to him," he ordered making me give him the negative answer again.
The pain became painfully unbearable. I tried to endure it, but it was too painful!
"Stop! Please, stop. I'll let you talk to him, but stop!" I shouted as I trashed against the Daemon's hold.
Fortunately, the pain decreased and the voice gave me instructions, so he could talk with the man. I wondered how this would be able to help the person in my head. What happened to him?
I took a deep breath and relaxed into the man's arm. Then I felt my consciousness melt away as everything became blurred and distant. I could still hear the Daemon, but it was more like a whisper.
I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks as I touched my mate for the first time in weeks, "I missed you so much!" I threw myself into his arms.
My mate didn't answer nor did he move. He must be shocked or confused as hell.
"I missed you so much, my Love," he simply answered after a while. "What happened to you? What happened a second ago? Why..."
I stopped his rambling by as kiss. He immediately reacted and deepened it. I moaned and encrusted this memory, this feeling into my memory.
When our lips parted I said, "I don't have much time, but what I need to tell you is that Deus isn't finished with you. They have a plan. I-"
"What did they do to you?" he asked calmly, but I knew he was beyond furious.
"It's not important now. Listen to me mate, I'm talking about your- our life. They plan to kill you while using me!"
"I know that already, but it doesn't matter now, you're with me."
"No, you don't understand... Promise me this, if I were to attempt on your life, kill me."
He looked at me as if I grew a second head as he looked into my eyes to see if I was really serious. And I was. "You know I can't do that."
"Promise me! Please..." I begged, but he didn't answer. I was running out of time. I could already feel losing my consciousness over the fake me. I would not be able to control my actions when I couldn't even control my damn own body! "Please..." I sobbed as I grabbed his shirt.
"I told you this once and I will tell you again, no matter how much I have to say it, I will. I'll save you, no matter what and none of us will die. Do you trust me?" he asked as he held my face in his hand with his finger stroking my cheek.
"O-of course," I sniffed. Even if he told me to jump down a cliff I would do it. I believe that he would catch me in the end.
He smiled and gave me a kiss on the lips, "Then wait for me."