The following day held a different atmosphere. One could almost feel the tension constricting the flow of nature and air. Beatrice felt it the moment she awoke. Her rest had been fitful and she had been unable to do anything except dream about him and those electric blue eyes of his. Her dream had felt cold and lonely. She was in a cold, dark corridor of Castle Fenway Running away from him.
In the dream, her belly had been protruding and she was heavy with child. Beleth was not the handsome, rogue, demon king she had come to know. He was a black demon with blue orange eyes with sharp black horns and claws chasing her. No matter how hard she tried to run, he was gaining on her until she was in his grasp. She recalled screaming in fear of him and fighting for him to let her go, but he didn't.