*Storm's POV*

"What the hell have you done?" I demanded again, buy she only watched me through his two black eyes.

"I claimed what was rightful mine."

"You wicked being! How dare you?"

I stood as Scott studied my pale face, my eyes were enormous, my lips trembling. "Don't be afraid dear, it's a ritual that will not take you out of my sight. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

I gushed my teeth together and opted for a blatant lie. "Never! I would never want to be close to the devil."

"Well then, suit yourself."

He didn't sound remorseful. There was no inflection at all. My breath hissed out....