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Nora's POV

The fog in my mind begins to clear; I discover my ankles and wrists tried to the wooden chair I'm occupying. My eyes open and discover a set of sandy-brown eyes glare at me from across an unfamiliar room.

I squirm in my seat and immediately wince; the ropes bounding me to the chair cut into my skin causing blood to trickle down my wrists. I ache all over, feeling weak and useless.

"Ah, I see you're finally awake." An irritating voice lulls me out of my self pity.

At my first attempt to speak, my voice comes out husky. "Oh, good. It's my favourite person. Couldn't live without me I see."

"Get over yourself," He scoffs, "The only reason you're here is so I can get Patch. "

Narrowing my eyes, I slyly smirked at him. "Well, I guess you're out of luck then. He's not coming."

"Sweet Nora, I'm beginning to think you don't realise your value to Patch. He's in love with you. Obviously."

He must have been out of his mind (If he wasn't already). Seriously, how could he love me? Besides my darkness, we'd known each other a limited amount of days. I noticed Scott wildly grinning at my confusion and a question popped into my head.

"How do you know he's in love with me? It's not like you've been following..." My sentence cut off as I answered my own question. Of course he'd been watching. Stalking. Waiting for the right time to strike.

With a sudden eagerness, Scott commented. "So know that you've figured that out, let's get onto a fun subject. How are you alive? I mean seriously, Phoenix told me you were dead."

"YOU HAD SOMEONE KILL ME?" I roared.

A lopsided grin appeared on his face. "Nothing personal. Oh wait, it is."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because you were in the way of my plan. So I made you weak; notice anything abnormal happening to you? No constant day dreaming? Could you heal yourself? That was all me. My devilcraft intake gradually grew larger, making me incredibly powerful. Eventually you would grow weaker, and your nephilim strengths grew weaker", He waved a hand dismissively, "Anyway, why are you alive?"

"It seems to be the million dollar question." I mutter.

"Well, you are pretty useless to me then," He strolls the length to a tall, white door, placing his hand on the handle and twisting. "Hmm, why don't I leave you with some company?"

I knew what sort of company he was talking about and I wanted to run away. Seconds later, a tall blond, unknown woman stepped into the room. Cold, detached eyes stared back at me. I felt an angelic presence wash through my senses and I knew she was a fallen.

"Well, what do we have here? A play thing. My lucky day." A smirk twisted on her face. Cracking her knuckles, she walked towards me with a silent threat in her eyes. "Oh, I'm Dabria by the way. If you see Patch anytime soon, say hi and tell him to call me."

"Nah, I'll pass." That rewarded me my first slap.

After about 10 minutes, the world started to become hazy. I screeched as she pulled by hair, repeatedly. My wrists and ankles were oozing out blood and my whole body ached. I felt a rough fist collide with the back of my head and a blanket of darkness push over me.

Patch's POV

Storming out of the apartment, I cringed as I spotted more claw marks along the wood of the house. Pulling out Nora's phone from my back pocket, I scroll through her contacts for a 'Scott'. Bingo! A Scott Parnell appeared with a contact number. I bolt into my car and start up the engine.

Tracking his number from my cell, I discover the phone to be located at an abandoned warehouse about 20 minutes from the apartment. I arrive to discover a large door sitting towards the right side of the building. Cautiously walking towards it, I hear a glass-shattering scream coming from inside and I recognise the voice.

Picking up my pace, I find myself walking down a long, white corridor. Following the muffled screams, I almost miss the man standing at the end of the hall. Coming to a halt, I wait for the screams to die down and for this man, presumably Scott, to say something.

A sharp-edged voice announces it's self. "Glade to see you came. As it turns out, we both have something the other wants."

My eyes narrow. "Okay then, I'll bite. What do you want from me?"

A figure appears from one of the many rooms in the hall. A tall, blond steps out and I instantly recognise her. Scott turns to face Dabria whispering something only they can hear. Dabria only responds with a slight nod. Turning back to me Scott wears a smirk, "Fancy us all being here at the same time. You see, I was just talking to my good friend Dabria here, and she was telling me about her most recent work. Your girlfriends face," he indicates too the door, then continues, "Now the only way to actually get to her is for you to do exactly what I want, you understand? I mean, because I'm sure Dabria would love to go and have some more fun with your sweet, little Angel in there if you don't."

My face became emotionless. "What do you want Scott?"

"Oh, only your soul."