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    Sammy's Demon
    Sammy's Demon
    Sammy's Demon
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    Sammy's Demon

    By Lizzy Ford

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    Rhyn Eternal #7, Novella

    Sammy is a half-goddess struggling to find her place in a world filled with Immortals, deities, and demons. She’s inherited the power of Chaos – the ability to create order and disorder – but can’t control her power and wouldn’t know what to do with it if she could.

    Her frustration grows when a demon named Trayern claims her as his mate. A favored lieutenant of the Dark One, he’s everything she doesn’t want in her life.

    But Trayern’s first touch ignites her desire and calms her power, and she soon realizes the patient, sexy predator is everything she needs.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLizzy Ford
    Release dateApr 15, 2018
    ISBN9781623783600
    Sammy's Demon
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    Lizzy Ford

    I breathe stories. I dream them. If it were possible, I'd eat them, too. (I'm pretty sure they'd taste like cotton candy.) I can't escape them - they're everywhere! Which is why I write! I was born to bring the crazy worlds and people in my mind to life, and I love sharing them with as many people as I can.I'm also the bestselling, award winning, internationally acclaimed author of over sixty ... eighty ... ninety titles and counting. I write speculative fiction in multiple subgenres of romance and fantasy, contemporary fiction, books for both teens and adults, and just about anything else I feel like writing. If I can imagine it, I can write it!I live in the desert of southern Arizona with two dogs and two cats!My books can be found in every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords.

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      Sammy's Demon - Lizzy Ford

      Chapter 1

      Sammy paced the wide, quiet hallways in the castle in the Alps where she had moved at the end of summer. All the principal residents were in meetings or attending the trial for Wynn, which had dragged on for months now. The soldiers were training or at their posts, and the Immortals not involved in any other activity were doing whatever it was Immortals did.

      She – a half goddess, half human who had no place in the doings of Immortals – was left out and bored, more so because the weather had turned too cold to leave for long. Her sister, Stephanie – an Immortal-goddess-demon who headed the Council That Was Seven – assured her being left out was a good thing.

      You’re not trapped here, Sammy growled under her breath, not for the first time. Stephanie had forbidden Sammy from leaving the castle, claiming the Council’s enemies – particularly angry deities and demons – would stop at nothing to destabilize the Council. With her mother already a captive of the Dark One, Sammy understood the threat but disagreed with the assumption that she couldn’t take care of herself.

      How scary could a demon really be? She had trained for years in self-defense and mixed martial arts. No demon was going to kidnap her!

      Sammy passed one of the Immortal guards who patrolled the castle. The Immortal didn’t acknowledge her; no one did. She was important to her sister and no one else, which left her doubtful as to her sister’s claim to be doing her a favor by trapping her in the castle.

      Not that living in a castle was bad, she had to admit. It was much nicer than the one-bedroom apartment she could barely afford. She’d long since stopped wondering how much the heating bill for a castle was.

      Trotting down a stairwell, she followed a familiar path towards the gym. It had become her refuge anymore, and she went there daily, if not twice a day. She tucked ear buds into her ears and entered the gym with electronica blaring into her brain.

      She began her daily circuit: cardio warm up, followed by weights, followed by an extended cardio session, followed by the walk to her chamber and a day spent in boredom. She’d managed to find support among the Immortals for an amateur sports league and was looking forward to starting practice for the indoor soccer teams in spring.

      But spring was months away.

      How are you this morning? asked Mithra, the generally useless guardian angel assigned to Stephanie. The sage, ancient angel was in the gym every morning, though he rarely seemed to do anything. He sat in a corner and sometimes, walked on a treadmill.

      Sammy stopped her music. Same as usual, she replied. Bored. You?

      Also bored.

      Sammy glanced at him. They crossed paths often throughout the day: in the gym, at meal times, during her lonesome walks through the castle. With Stephanie safely nestled in the castle, away from danger, the angel had every reason to be bored.

      Sammy stepped onto the treadmill and absently tapped the start button.

      Mithra walked to the treadmill beside hers, and she suppressed a smile. He walked with a cane, off and on the treadmill.

      "Did you see the latest episode of My Heart Cries?" Mithra asked.

      Yeah. Jonny is a dick. Lori should’ve dumped him long ago.

      But he’s rich, and she needs his help with their son.

      Sammy rolled her eyes. No excuse for not doing what’s best for her. It’s her life.

      I agree, Mithra said solemnly, as if the approval of an angel should mean something greater than she knew.

      They began walking alongside each other. Sammy’s pace quickened with her warm-up routine, while Mithra’s remained slow and steady. She jogged for fifteen minutes and tapped the button to slow down.

      The machine ground to a sudden stop. Sammy grabbed the rails to prevent it from throwing her off.

      The stop button had collapsed in on itself. In her months at the castle, she’d never seen anything in a state of needing repair.

      Better tell the gym manager, she murmured. She leapt off. Gotta get some weights in.

      Maybe you should return to your room instead, the angel said. He had stepped off the treadmill and appeared grave.

      Later, she said, unable to help feeling a little curious. He was the one person in the castle who had never told her to do anything.

      She crossed to the free weights and picked up two dumbbells. Positioning them on the floor in front of a mirror, she straightened and tugged her ear buds out of her ears.

      The cord connecting them disintegrated in her hands.

      Sammy frowned. She’d poured over product reviews for hours and then spent her gas bill on this brand of earphones.

      With a shake of her head, she tugged her phone out of the outer pocket in her leggings.

      It, too, vanished into faint smoke at her touch.

      Like I said. Maybe you should go to your room, Mithra stated.

      It’s just … shitty equipment, she said. Even if she hadn’t ever seen a guardian angel do anything, she had to assume his warnings could mean something, like those of her brother-in-law, Fate. But why would he care if she went to her room?

      She bent over to retrieve one of the dumbbells.

      It dissipated into smoke.

      Her heart began to pound hard. Unable to explain what was happening, she faced Mithra.

      The angel stood beside the nearest weight bench, watching her with no surprise.

      Is this … is this me? she asked.

      It is, he confirmed.

      Am I sick? Crazy? Cursed?

      It can be considered a curse, he stated. You’re the daughter of a goddess. It stands to reason you’d inherit her ability.

      This is what Chaos does?

      Partially.

      She rubbed her hands together. Baffled, she reached for a dumbbell and successfully picked it up. You sure it’s not a fluke? she asked.

      Your power is manifesting. It will take some time before it is absolute.

      My … power is to make everything fall apart. Great, she muttered. Why do I get stuck with the shitty power?

      The dumbbell evaporated in her hands.

      Sammy’s breath caught in her throat. She stared at her hands. Coldness filled her.

      She really was cursed: disregarded by the Immortals, cursed by a mother who had failed to mention she was a goddess for the first twenty-three years of Sammy’s life, and trapped in a castle watching soap operas with a lazy guardian angel.

      She squeezed her hands into fists and met Mithra’s gaze. What do I do? she asked.

      Don’t touch anything.

      No shit! She glared at him. Really. What do I do?

      Mithra turned and started towards the door. I’ll take you back to your chamber and fetch your sister.

      She was about to protest but looked down at her hands.

      Everything she touched was going to disintegrate. How the hell did she do anything? Eat? Sleep? Date? Travel?

      Oh, god. How do I go to the bathroom? she whispered, horrified.

      There will be a way, Mithra assured her. He held the door to the gym open.

      What is it?

      I don’t know, he stated. But someone will.

      Great.

      She trailed him through the castle and to her chamber.

      Mithra opened her door for her to enter and closed it behind her. Sammy clenched her hands together and sat on the bed, waiting. She rested her hands on her thighs, only for the leggings to disintegrate. She held her hands up, afraid of touching anything else.

      There better be a way to counteract this, she said.

      Thus far, her venture into the world of Immortals had been pretty fucked up. She was due for a break, right?

      An hour later, Sammy sat on her bed, hands clasped together on one bare knee.

      Mithra sat on the bed near her. Three more people hovered around her: Stephanie, Stephanie’s father Wynn and Stephanie’s mate, Fate, an athletic deity with dark blond hair, golden skin and eyes that turned black then white and every color in between.

      Mithra’s right. It’s a manifestation of Chaos’ power, Wynn said, studying her hands. The alleged mastermind behind everything bad that ever happened – according to Stephanie – Wynn was tall with striking eyes and a formal air. Sammy had met him twice in passing. May I? he reached for her hand.

      She recoiled.

      He’s a healer, Stephanie explained. He should be able to withstand whatever is happening to you. If not, he’s also a dick, and no one will miss him.

      Wynn ignored his daughter’s slight.

      Sammy relented. She held out her hand and waited to see Stephanie’s father disintegrate, too.

      He gripped her hand and grimaced. Cold power shot up her arm. He dropped her hand.

      Definitely what it is, he said. He glanced at Fate, whose poker face never gave anything away.

      You are your mother’s daughter, Fate murmured.

      Sammy looked between them. That’s it?

      It will not go away, Fate answered the question she didn’t ask. It’s possible you will also inherit more of her abilities. It’s also possible you won’t. Time and circumstances will tell.

      From what her mother had told her, the goddess Chaos was capable of creating disorder from order and order from disorder. There were two parts to her ability. If Sammy could create disorder, could she also one day create order?

      Or was she screwed, as usual?

      She’s a half-breed, was Wynn’s blunter explanation. It’s not likely for her to assume the full powers of a goddess.

      She swallowed hard.

      It’s not unheard of, either, Fate countered.

      There has to be something we can do about it. How can she eat or just live without using her hands? Stephanie asked, concern on her features.

      Half-breed deities rarely have complete control, Wynn said. The same power that prevents demons from entering the grounds here, and disables deities, should be able to contain the effects.

      Your power. Fate’s smile was faint. Which will come at a cost.

      Always.

      Are you serious? Sammy snapped, standing. Heat filled her cheeks. You’re going to make my survival a political negotiation?

      Everything is political negotiation in this world, Stephanie replied. I will do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay. Wynn, come here. She waved for her father to accompany her.

      Fate trailed them. The three began to discuss Sammy’s situation in whispers – and without Sammy.

      It was then Sammy realized what was bothering her most about her situation.

      She had no say in her life anymore. She was powerless compared to Immortals, demons and deities, but she wasn’t fully human, either. She didn’t belong with her sister, with the Immortals, deities and definitely not the demons.

      She belonged nowhere.

      Loneliness was not a familiar feeling for her, but it struck her deeply as she stood to the side, her life in the hands of people who didn’t bother consulting her.

      What else could she do? She was independent and accustomed to being in control of her world. But even she had to admit she was way out of her depth.

      Fate returned first. His features softened when he saw her distress.

      Wynn will help you, he assured her.

      Stephanie appeared pissed, and Wynn unreadable, as usual.

      Sammy didn’t want anyone’s help! But she swallowed her retort. Why now? I was fine last night, she said instead.

      Fate smiled.

      Sammy sensed there was much the others weren’t saying – and it was probably bad.

      Sammy’s hand absently dropped to her sides. Her shirt disappeared where she touched it, and she muttered a curse.

      Stephanie, I need something out of the vault, Wynn said.

      We have a vault? she responded.

      I’ll show you where.

      Wynn strode towards the door. Stephanie hesitated, concerned.

      I’ll stay, Fate said.

      Daughter and father left. The door closed behind them.

      Sammy began pacing. I was perfectly fine before you all dragged me to this place!

      This would’ve happened no matter where you were, Fate replied. It’s better you’re here.

      She swiped a strand of hair away from her face and froze when her fingertip brushed her cheek.

      Her face didn’t disintegrate. She tapped her cheeks gingerly. She could touch herself and her hair. But not her clothing. The shirt over her belly melted beneath her palm, revealing the strange tattoo that had appeared when she came to the castle. It wasn’t a real word. At least, it wasn’t an English word. Stephanie knew what it meant but refused to tell her.

      Fate regarded it, too.

      I’m guessing you’ll refuse to tell me what this is. Sammy gestured towards it.

      You’ll find out soon.

      She paused. Her brother-in-law was deceptively friendly. But every once in a while, he said something creepy. It was hard not to wonder about things when the god of the Future spoke.

      He smiled.

      She scowled in return. Does it have anything to do with my newfound curse? she asked acidly.

      No.

      Is my mom okay?

      She’s alive, he replied vaguely.

      That’s not saying much, she replied.

      Darkyn has no reason to harm her. She’s leverage against your sister. It’s in his best interest to keep your mother healthy and safe for now.

      Sammy didn’t say what she wanted to, that she was just as trapped as her mother. Would they spend the rest of their lives isolated from the rest of the world, because everyone feared what would happen to her sister, if they were

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