“No way you’d fucking forget her if you saw her,” he mumbled, turning and leaning his head against the rock. “Little noble brat waltzing onto campus like that.”
“Death’s daughter?” I took another hit. “I saw her.”
“Bet she’s stuck up like every other noble out there. Dressed to the fucking nines.”
She was dressed hot.
I shrugged, blowing out the magic. “She had a wrap on her thigh. Weird fashion statement.”
A lizard scuttled past, making a trail in the sand as it went Fates knows where.
He chuckled bitterly. “She’s going to be a problem.”
“How so?” I mumbled around my pipe as a shiver worked its way down my spine. “It’d be easy for her to eat my soul, you know? Then I’d just be dead.”
Terror clutched my heart in its cold grasp as I choked out a breath of colorful smoke. Magic leaked from my skin as my horns eased out of my skull.
“Oh, come the fuck on,” Bram muttered, flinching and shutting his eyes. He banged his head against the rough rock. A small trickle of blood slipped down the rock from his head. “You get scared and make us all afraid, eh?”
I flinched, inhaling a deep breath of fae drugs and holding it in, not letting it go until I felt like I was flying. “Sorry.”
My magic seeped back inside of my reserves, and Bram relaxed with a harsh exhale.
“I heard Death’s daughter was just found.” He stumbled over his words. “Apparently, he didn’t know about her. Not sure how true that is. How could Death not fucking know?”
I continued smoking. “Even Death can fuck up on safe sex, I guess.”
“Her and Mommy probably schemed their way into nobility.” His weak laugh pierced the air.
A few students walking by in a larger group glanced our way.
“Doubtful.” I watched the colors of smoke dance through the heat waves. “He’s a Gravesend, and she walks like a goddess. No way she hasn’t been a noble her entire life.”
“Best damn name to get for your kid if you were scheming.” He glowered at the passing group of demons, and his dark maroon horns grew with a twist.
The air rippled around us before his chaos magic exploded, and a large tangible part of it leapt from his body. Its form was that of a wolf, twisted and contorted as if crafted from the fabric of nightmares. Its fur shimmered with a dark glow, pulsating with chaotic energy that warped reality around it.
His illusions were always fun, but his wolves were my favorite.
As a fear demon, I admired Bram’s ability to create chaos in that of nightmarish wolves. He had five wolves tatted on his chest, and the center wolf was his favorite to bring to life to create chaos with because it was the biggest and most aggressive.
The massive wolf dug its paws into the sand as it snarled.
“Oops,” he muttered as his forked tail whipped back and forth excitedly behind him.
“You’re like a fucking dog, I swear.” I rolled my eyes. “So your chaos magic is fine, but my fear magic isn’t?”
“Sicc ‘em,” he whispered to his magic wolf that he named Chaos.
The wolf burst forth, rushing after the demons and wreaking havoc on the students.
The group of demons were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of his chaotic beast. Some froze, their eyes wide with disbelief, and others attempted to flee in panic, slipping on the sand as they scrambled like imps.
With every step, the ground trembled beneath his wolf’s monstrous paws, and with each snarl, arcs of chaotic energy crackled through the air.
Bram let out a content moan, tilting his head back. “Fates, that’s good.”
A laugh bubbled out of me.
