Chapter 89: Unedited

Nevaeh stilled as she watched him, her eyes carefully looking him over to see if he had been hurt or harmed in her absence. It had barely been three days of being apart, but he looked different, his shine and glamour almost gone, and there was something else about him that seemed unfamiliar.

Flashes of Engel appearing on that field where she had been chained came rushing to her. He had fought with all he had to keep her safe but he had failed. He had been overpowered by the demon lord and had been brought to his knees. She couldn't imagine how he had beared the weight of losing her. The feeling of losing a loved one was the most destabilizing feeling in the world. The hurt and pain as well as the feeling of carrying on with nothing but memories that couldn't be relived, was heart wrenching. She couldn't imagine all he had to endure as he waited alone, one sidely keeping a promise of being together forever, and yet again she had made him relive the pain of losing her and helplessly waiting for her one more time.

Nevaeh's heart squeezed and her eyes burned as she sprout to her heels and dashed over to him like a lightening bolt, leaping into his arms and wrapping her small arms around his neck so tightly she could squeeze him, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Engel, I'm sorry." She whispered, her tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping on his neck. Her heart constricted more tightly as she hugged him even harder.

"I'm so sorry, I left you behind. I'd never do it again." She softly cried, making Engel stiffen.

His body stilled at the warmth wrapped around him and the softness of this familiar body pressed against his. He was limply transfixed as she hugged him, muttering those words into his ears.

'This wasn't a dream, was it?' He dazedly wondered. He had had this dream over and over again, from the moment she left, and he wondered if was beginning to hallucinate. He had felt Simon and that was why he was here. So how was she...

Nevaeh left go of his neck and wrapped her hand around him, while she rested her face on his chest. "I'll never leave you again." She muttered against his chest and held him more closely.

Hearing her speak so softly, Engel felt his head slightly spin. He lowered his head and dazedly looked at her just as she lifted her face to his.

His hand subconsciously reached for her face, and he felt her warm cheeks against his cold palm.

"You're real?" He mumbled out.

Nevaeh's felt a pang in her heart because of his question. Had he been dreaming about her return? Oh God!

She had dreamt about him too. Dreamt about returning to him, and telling him that she remembered him, not just as Engel, but as the man she was meant to only love.

She nodded at him, a small smile breaking her tearful face as she craned her neck and stood on her toes to peck his lips, an attempt to wake him from his daze.

The moment their lips touched, she felt his arm gently go around her waist, bearing her up and letting her kiss him as she desired.

She broke the kiss and pecked his cheek. A heart warming smile splitting her face.

"This isn't a dream Engel. I'm here and there's no need to dream anymore." She gently stroke his face.

Engel's fingers gently travelled through her hair, and down her face like he had an always done and had longed to do these couple of days. "This is not a dream." He unconvincingly told himself.

"You're not dreaming, my love. I'm right here." She assured him.

Engel felt his missing soul return to him at the gentleness of her touch and assuring words. His heart leaped as he hungrily wrapped his arms around her, holding her so tightly like merging their souls was he all desired at the moment.

He buried his head on her neck, drawing in her scent that seemed to be his only calming balm in this world, while she equally drew in his musk scent of fresh earth, reminding her just how much she had missed him and being in his embrace.

Nevaeh felt the spinning world had finally come to a stand still and has regained it's lost balance. Engel was the stability she needed in all the craziness that surrounded her and this moment confirmed it. Falling for him in just a short period of time wasn't a function of lust or weakness, but true love thriving through the test of time and trials.

She broke the hug and looked at his face. "I remember you." She told him, while her small hand caressed his face. "I remember us, our life and love, and the times we spent together."

Engel looked at her with surprise. "You do?" He asked and she nodded at him, another smile splitting her face. It was clear as day he was still stunned by her presence, but this made him more surprised.

She gently rubbed his brows while her smile widened. "Are you surprised?" She asked, but the man remained the same. He glanced at the cut on her hand, before pulling her into another hug.

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Engel only raised his face and looked behind when he heard an angry voice shouting at them.

"That's enough from the both of you. I'm bleeding and he's dying." Araminta scolded the couple who had drifted to a world of their own.

Engel looked at the green eyed witch and Simon who was limply lying on the floor in his true form. He listened to his heart beat, but it was barely there.

Nevaeh was once again stunned hearing the man lying on the floor was truly Mr Simon, the butler.

She walked back to Araminta and Simon with Engel trailing behind. He telepathically connected to Kiel and Elyon who arrived in the next second, leaving Nevaeh shocked. She blinked at the men that had just appeared in daze, while they equally looked at her with different expressions flickering through their eyes, but most especially with relief.

"Mrs Stuart." Elyon greeted with a relieved smile, while Nevaeh looked at Engel for some kind of explanation or introduction, but the man quickly picked her up into his arms and teleported inside the house, leaving Kiel and Elyon to bring in the others.

Elyon opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly clamped it shut. An impatient Engel was better than berserk one.

He looked at Araminta who was oogling at Zadkiel with gaped mouth. He took a quick glance at Kiel, and of course, he looked frigid and stoic as ever not noticing the weird look the witch was giving him.

"I'm Elyon." He told her while she halfheartedly nodded but she quickly recomposed herself and glanced at Elyon.

"Araminta, and you're a pretty angel." She told him, before staring back at Zadkiel, "But he's beautiful."

Elyon didn't know what response to give to that. A thank you? It was obvious this witch was a different league from the others they had seen. He looked at Simon on the floor and helped him in, leaving Araminta to Kiel.

Kiel gazed at her but he barely met her eyes. "This way." He said and turned towards the gate of the mansion. He opened it and led Araminta in, while he kept walking ahead.

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Nevaeh gazed around the room when Engel brought her in. Her eyes travelled around every inch of the room, from the dressing table and to the bed. How she missed it all. But more importantly, she missed him.

She turned to Engel who was closely observing her from behind. "What is it?" She asked him.

"Do you really remember?" He asked. Understanding what he meant, she nodded.

He covered the space between them, and placed his large palm on her cheek, causing her to lean her face into it.

"What's your name?"

"Haniel."

His eyes glowed with several emotion passing through them. He leaned in and kissed her again. He had kissed her before, but this was different. It was more searing and packed full with emotions that were swelled her heart. Her eyes fluttered close as Engel devouringly kissed her and set her ablaze with his lips.

Nevaeh gripped his shirt and pulled herself closer to him, returning every passion he threw at her. She felt his hand go around her dress as he slowly undid her zip.

"Are you hurt?" She heard him ask, and she shyly shook her head. Her face burning red for what she feared was about to come her away.

"Then can I see?" He asked. She confusedly blinked at him.

"See what?" She asked back.

"That you're not hurt." He replied. Nevaeh looked at his face and she saw a dark glint in it.. Why does she feel he was really going to check if she was hurt and nothing else.

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