(Run! Run!)

Simeon grabbed Isdabella up from the chair, his feet touched the cold floor and he set her before him like a shield.

"Let her go, Simeon. Your war is with me."

Simeon liked the way Saint's face melted.

"The way you let go of my Charmaine?"

Simeon's voice was laced with bitterness. Saint remembered Charmaine every waking day of his life. She was the only Immortal that he had willingly taken the life of. Charmaine, Simeon's eternal mate.

Saint recalled Charmaine's cat-like eyes, that healthy, tan, silken skin, and locks of red hair touching her bottom. Her smile is bright as the sun. He had stolen the sun from Simeon's sky and now Simeon wanted to do the same to him. Isdabella could not fathom how her husband could know such a man, that was able to manipulate gravity and fly. She noticed that her husband's shirt was out of his pants and his pants had not been belted in.

"Saint, help me please."

She choked, as Simeon's elbow encircled her throat. Tears filled Isdabella's eyes