To Rule and Guide (To Light and Guard Book 2)

This is Book 2 in the "To Light and Guard" series.

BOOK DESCRIPTION:

What would you do if the love of your life turned into a demon? Do you deny the love in your heart or do you willingly fall with him into darkness? My name is Emma Harper. I believe that true love only comes once in a lifetime, and when you find it, you should never let it go. So, I will choose darkness to be with my demon, and maybe someday, I will find my way back home.

EXCERPT:

I pulled Sam into the living room, and we started dancing in the makeshift dance floor. We were dancing a little bit too closely, but it didn't matter. It was packed. People kept bumping into us, pushing us together. It wasn't like Sam was doing it on purpose.
Sam grabbed my hips, pulling us closer. Okay. Now he was doing it on purpose, and I let him. What the heck? I happened to like Sam. I inched my body closer to him until we were pressed together, dancing to the beat of the music.
Sam ducked his head and whispered in my ear, “You look very pretty tonight, Emma.” He slurred a bit, which annoyed the heck out of me; that’s because Sober-Sam didn’t mention how pretty I was earlier.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m pretty every night and during the daytime, too.” Actually, I’m more than pretty. I’m beautiful, but whatever. Sam kissed my cheek, and I could feel his smile when he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Drunk-Sam was still very sweet.
"Hell, no.” I heard a male voice grumble from behind me. The voice was deep and scratchy. Grainy. Sexy. It was a voice that made a girl wonder who it belonged to. I turned around quickly, but there were only teenagers surrounding me. Everyone was dancing, lost in the music. I shrugged and turned towards Sam, facing him again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Sam placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer.
“I said, HELL NO,” the voice said again, louder this time. I actually felt his breath on my ear. That was when I felt two hands clamp around my hips from behind. Then, the hands pulled me away from Sam, my arms yanked away from his neck. I bumped against several bodies as I was pulled away backwards. Then, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I looked down, but I didn’t see an arm, which was weird because I totally felt it.
As I was pulled backwards, I bumped into more people. I clawed at the empty space in front of me. I would have dug my heels in the carpet, but my feet weren’t even touching the ground. I was floating, sort of, bent at the waist slightly, while an invisible arm dragged me away.
My heart was beating very fast. I touched my chest with one hand. I was having a panic attack, a heart attack, an asthma attack. All of the above. Oh, my God. I can’t breathe. I took several deep breaths. Breathe, Emma. You know how to breathe. I tried scratching the invisible arm that was wrapped around my waist. I felt it, but the arm wouldn’t budge.
I looked around, my eyes wide and desperate, and my eyes locked with Sam’s. I saw his stunned face as he watched me being dragged away from him… and floating. Let’s not forget that I was floating. That was the scariest part.
Sam looked down at my feet, at my shoes that were not touching the ground, and I saw the horror in his eyes. I could tell that Sam couldn’t keep it together much longer. He was about to lose it in approximately three seconds; some screaming may be involved.
“YOU’RE DRUNK,” I yelled. “This is not really happening!”
Sam looked into my eyes. I gave him two thumbs up. “I’m good. No worries, and you are so drunk right now,” I said very loudly so that he can hear me over the loud music.
I didn’t even know why I was covering for the arm that was pulling me away. I should be screaming my head off and asking for help. Should. Would. Could… but I didn’t. Something very weird was happening here, and I knew exactly who to call. My sister. She was the expert on everything weird.