Mirella held her hand out to stop Nora and started speaking with a trembling voice. “Don’t bully me. I don’t care if you are a witch. Fate Hollow doesn’t run on hierarchy.”
Trixie giggled, pointing to Mirella’s head. “The only bully here is you. You didn’t have to come over and harass Wren.”
“Mirella,” Nora hissed.
“Shut up!” Mirella went to touch her braid, but when she touched mushrooms, she froze. Her mouth fell open as she widened her eyes at Trixie. “What did you do?”
“You looked like you could use a different look. It’s much better.” She shrugged, tapping me on the shoulder, and I jumped to my feet, scrambling to grab all the books on the table and stuff them into my bag. “Let’s go, Wren.”
“Okay,” I murmured, straightening my spine and glancing over at Mirella and Nora to see Mirella in panic mode with Nora trying to console her.
I didn’t understand why she tried to threaten me. I wasn’t in control of Damien’s actions. He was his own demon. She should’ve talked to him about it if she was so concerned about Grayson.
“Wren?” Trixie’s hand landed on my back as she gently pressed to make me start walking.
“I’m coming.” I turned my back on them and started walking with Trixie out of the library.
“You did a good job standing up for yourself, babe,” Trixie said as we walked past the bare branches of the cherry blossom trees that hung over the stone path on campus.
“Thanks for standing up for me.” I smiled.
“What’re best friends for?” She bumped our shoulders together.
A cool wind swept through my hair, and I smiled.
Best friends.
So this was what that was like?
SEVENTEEN
Rhett
Womenonlycaredaboutthemselves.
My mother didn’t care about me. She bred with the most renowned incubus in hopes of birthing a sex demon stronger than him.
She succeeded.
He didn’t even realize she was using him, but then, he didn’t care either. He’d only acknowledged me as his son when I came into my powers at ten and my pheromones were more potent than any other incubus in our history, including his.
Unlike most incubi, I could influence stronger hierarchies and create a widespread phenomenon that fed the entirety of the incubi population in the Demon Capital.
Neither my mother nor my father allowed me to show any genuine emotion, which was ironic since they were consumed with greed and hate.
According to everyone around me, I had one purpose in life and that was to provide and feed off pleasure.
I climbed the ranks of the demons quickly, and when I was eighteen, I became the incubi representative for the demon council. My father paired me with a succubus,Lynn, who used me in a lot of fucked up ways. She’d loathed when I’d speak and only ever interacted with me to feed or use my power and wealth for her own purpose.
Not one fucking person gave a damn what I actually wanted.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I did have one friend, and she was a drude: a nightmare demon. Eevie would visit my dreams and we’d talk for hours. She’d cared about me and my wants, and she was the first being to ever care. I knew her for precisely two months before Lynn had somehow found out about her.
Lynn had leaked the information about my friendship with Eevie to the women in the capital who were obsessed with me. I woke up one morning with Eevie’s severed head on the pillow beside mine, and I lost it.
My parents didn’t give a shit. They blamed me for feeling anything other than a desire for the flesh. The demon council had only the drude representative who was upset about it. Lynn laughed in my face when I confronted her before trying to use me for sex again.
That was her last mistake.
