“How about we make a deal, Ms. Knox.”
I arch my eyebrow
“You don’t presume to know what you can and can’t do to someone like me, and I won’t expel you from this school.”
I blink and feel the black inky smoke pour out of me in an instant. It climbs up his body, but instead of wrapping around it, it wafts over him.
“Were you trying to hurt me with these, Ms. Knox? Tsk, tsk.”
I frown wondering why the hell I can’t use my power or the demon’s.
“You see that night I made a deal that ensured my safety. My health. My wealth.” He stands up, stalking towards me as the smoke dissipates between us. He towers over me making me feel unsettled.”
“I think we understand each other, don’t we Salem?”
I gulp, “Yes.” I say reluctantly.
“Good. Good. So then, the contribution?”
“I’ll talk to her lawyer.” I say scrambling to get the hell out of here. My headache is back with a vengeance pressing against my skull. All I want to do is leave and climb back under my covers. I’ll figure out this asshole and his resistance to my powers later.
“I’ll be looking forward to hearing your response. Oh, and make sure you tell Walker I saw your little performance the other night. I was very impressed,” he says in a tone that sounds like he’s anything other than impressed.
“I will.” I say, hurrying my steps to get back home.
ChapterSixty-Five
PIERCE
SONG: BROKEN BY SEETHER, AMY LEE
It feels like it’s been weeks since my questioning. They’ve been sending the girl, so I know I haven’t been completely forgotten. Every day it’s the same. The same food, the same monotony of what my life has become. I don’t have anything but my mind to keep me entertained.
I ache everywhere. The glimpses through the mirror have become almost too painful to watch.
It feels like everyone is moving on with their lives, leaving me here to rot.
At least seeing Salem lets me know that Pride and Emmet weren’t able to carry out their threat. I do, however, wonder what happened to Pride. I haven’t seen or heard from him since that day I was carried into the demon chamber for questioning.
When I sleep, I dream of the life I wish I had. One where Salem is mine, and I never got pulled down here. Where I can curl up in my bed and take a fucking shower. I even find myself missing the most random things, things I always took for granted.
“Hello there.” A male voice sounds, snapping me out of my wallowing.
I sit up, taking in the dark shadowy figure that stalks outside of my cage.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“You don’t know who I am?” He asks, showing a menacing grin. I stare at him a moment, trying to place who he could be.
“I believe you know my daughter.” He says, going over to the mirror. A shimmery image of Salem appears, and I feel at a loss for words. I don’t know whether or not to trust the word of a complete stranger. “You’ve seemed to have caused quite the commotion down here.”
“I’m not sure how. I don’t even want to be here.”
“Hmm. Yes.” He comes closer to the bars and I can barely make out the sheen of his skin. He looks remarkably human; unlike the demons I’ve interacted with thus far.
“Who are you?” I ask again, trying to get a better glance of his face.
“I already told you.” He says, knocking his knuckles against the iron bars.
