“So you weren’t thinking about tearing the demon’s clothes off?” She arched an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue walking after almost falling down the whole staircase.
“I mean, he hassomany tattoos! I just want to see what they look like underneath his clothes,” I defended, and she threw her head back with a laugh.
“Sounds like you’re going to have your hands full. If you need any advice, I’m your witch.” She winked.
My heart swelled as we continued our journey to Arcane Hall’s cafeteria.
Maybe Fate Hollow Academy wouldn’t be so bad.
FOUR
Damien
Ifadedintotheshadows as her pain fed my magic reserves.
Pain fueled my magic, and I got pleasure out of seeing others suffer. But for the first time in the twenty-six years I’d been alive, pain made my skin crawl.
Maybe it was because I hadn’t inflicted it. Knowing how to create pleasure from pain was something I was good at. Maybe I could teach her to do the same. She needed to learn that pain can empower.
I stalked through the shadows and into room one-zero-three. Something about that wolf named Grayson caused my little bird pain, and I wanted to paint the walls red with his blood. I’d cut off his dick and present it to her on a fucking platter.
My lips curved into a sadistic smirk. She’d love that.
“I just don’t know why we have to share a room with those two,” a nasally female voice whined, and the urge to rip her vocal cords out rose to the surface.
The woman had outward beauty with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was stick thin. I could easily tear the bones from her body and play the drums with them. But her insides were the same as everyone else:red.
“I don’t like the fae,” the man grunted as they stood in one of their rooms. “The werewolf is annoying, but at least he doesn’t get in the way.”
He was shorter than the average wolf shifter with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He irritated the fuck out of me. I twitched my finger and sent a desk lamp flying towards his head.
The light bulb shattered, and a thud sounded in the room before the woman shrieked.
I absorbed his pain with a smile. It was the most I could do, for now. But if he even tried to mess with my little bird, I’d cut his flesh open and make him watch as I switched a few organs around.
“What the hell was that?” He whirled around with panicked eyes shifting around the room with not even an inkling that he was on my shit list.
If it wasn’t for the damn academy rules, I’d have skinned him alive from the shadows.
I left the room through the darkness of my shadows and faded into the counselor’s office in Arcane Hall. Staying hidden, I observed the incubus sitting behind his desk with a scowl on his face as yet another woman propositioned him.
“I’m not interested,” he said, stacking a few files on the right of his desk.
The woman with waist-length black hair pouted, leaning over the desk to give him a full view of her chest. “Can I change your mind? I know demons like you need to... feed.”
I rolled my eyes. Rhett was raised by a noble family in the Demon Capital, and he was famous across the sectors solely because of his appearance and ability to release the highest level of pheromones a sex demon had ever produced.
I’d been stalking him for a few days now, trying to gain collateral from something he’d done—but the demon’s record was squeaky clean.
It was disappointing.
“Not interested,” he gritted the words out, but the woman wasn’t deterred.
“Oh come on, Rhett,” she cooed. “I’m sure I can make it good.”
“What part of no don’t you understand?” he snapped, slamming his hands down on his desk, and she jumped back with a gasp.
I flicked out a finger, and the little paperweight on his desk went flying into her stomach. She doubled over with a groan, and her wide brown eyes darted around the room before she straightened the best she could and promptly left the room.
