He arched his brow and laughed. “Don’t you realize already?”
“Realize what?”
“I’ll be getting to know you,” he paused to let me absorb his words before he said, “inside and out.”
I blinked at him. Then blinked some more before my mouth opened. “Do you not realize?” He tilted his head, still smiling, and waited for me to go on. “How fucking creepy that sounds?”
The creep laughed again. “You’re funny. I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
He had me so irritated, my magic crackled out of my fingertips. He noticed and held his hands up between us. “Easy there. I feel like I started us out wrong… Let’s be friends?” he offered.
“No,” I answered immediately.
“Maybe? Okay, that’s good.”
“I didn’t say, maybe.” As he completely ignored me, my magic grew stronger and even louder.
“I’ll come to visit soon,” he went on.
“Good luck,” I snarled because I planned to be long gone. And when I disappeared, nobody found me.
He stopped and just studied me for a few seconds before he smirked. “No need for luck. I’ll find you, witch. Nobody can hide from Reapers.” He stood there even longer just staring as I glared until he added, “You’re not curious at all about me?”
“No,” I replied evenly.
“I’ve been told I’ve got a good face. Don’t you think I have a good face?”
Oh, my God! What was he saying now? I was getting whiplash with how much he changed the subject.
I clapped my hands together, ending the magic flowing between my fingers. “Well, this hasn’t been fun, and I hate that we met, so let’s never see each other again?” I saw his mouth opening to say something, so I said, “If you’ll excuse me, I’m in a hurry.”
Hurry was an understatement. My entire fate rested on getting the hell out of dodge before he… he didn’t even deserve to be calledhe.He was a true monster. And he halfway succeeded in making me into one.
I walked around him, but not without running my hands across his cloak, not being able to help myself. The darkness was disappointed that I didn’t feel any of his power, it needed his skin. But all too quickly, I was behind him, scooping up my belongings and hoping that this time he didn’t follow me.
The darkness was disappointed when he didn’t.
Three
Sebastian
Istrutted around like a peacock with his feathers out after fading into the Underworld. I haven’t had this much energy in…ever.
All this energy and nothing to do with it.
Isabella Wen.
I smiled as I roamed the City of the Dead. Dark place. The sun didn’t exist down here, but a fake moon did. It never actually got brighter down here either, always staying the same nocturnal, bustling place. Not many places to shop in the Underworld so you were always bumping into something else on the streets. An arm… or a tentacle if you were unlucky. Slimy as shit. Water demons were disgusting and one was close by. I sidestepped to avoid it.
Oh, look, there was the semen shop. I was mildly curious what witches and warlocks needed with it but not curious enough. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and glanced around.
Back to Isabella… tiny little critter but I wasn’t fooled, she was packing major power in that body. She didn’t look her age. She looked young, but I knew by my Reaper senses that she was over thirty. There was an innocence about her though that age had nothing to do with. Maybe I just flustered her or maybe it was because I wasn’t human but she had gotten so red. I chuckled at the image in my head of her reddened cheeks. The real question was, how the hell did she wake me up, not once, but twice? But then again, did that even matter when she gave me all kinds of fucking energy in the process?
Nope.
How long would this burst of energy last? Hmm…
I got the feeling Izzie didn’t like me much, which was strange. I happened to be very likable. Maybe I came on too strong? Was it because I slipped my hand on her stomach? I hadn’t meant to make her uncomfortable; it hadn’t even been sexual. I was just testing out my theory, which was proven correct. She was like my own personalized energizer.
