Chaos and fear fed off each other.
“Damn.” I whistled. “Been a while since I’ve seen you in action.”
“We haven’t seen each other in several years,” he reminded me. “Not since high school.”
“True.” I lifted my hand, watching an illusion of my tatted spider grow and form until it stoodtaller than me. Its eight red eyes blinked at me before straying toward the wolf and students.
It scuttled forth in the sand toward the chaos.
Bram sucked in a sharp breath.
I smirked. “Still scared of spiders?”
“No,” he denied, but his fear seeped off him in bulk.
The other demons’ fears sank into my reserves as I attempted to drain it by overloading my magic.
Students scattered in all directions, desperate cries filling the air as chaos and fear ensued. The wolf and spider tore through the campus with reckless abandon.
Inhaling the fae drugs, I blew out more smoke.
“I forgot how delicious it can be when you two get together,” a deep voice chuckled, stepping out of the shadow of the arch. “The negativity you create is like no other. I could bathe in it! Oh, wait, I am.”
“Dexter fucking Shadowheart.” I gaped in shock at the guy Bram and I had gone to high school with.
I figured his parents would’ve offed him by now.
His sharp fog gray eyes were still as dead as I remembered, and his white blond hair had grown to just above his shoulders.
Unlike Bram and I, Dex didn’thave tattoos in high school. But he did now. Shadows wrapped around his biceps and down his arms. It looked like the scar around his throat had somehow gotten bigger, and my gut rolled.
Scars weren’t common for demons unless their magic reserves were empty or they were a thread away from death. Most supernaturals were the same, but demons especially. His scar was from his head being lopped off several times…and I guess it had happened again since we’d seen him.
“You’re still alive?” Bram mumbled more to himself. “Interesting.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, you beautiful assholes. Here I wasexcitedto see you two again.” He reached out and stole my pipe before taking a couple of long hits. I noticed the tongue ring as the smoke billowed out. “Fuck you guys.”
I snatched it back and did the same, blowing the smoke in his face. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
His lips curled in a sinister smirk. “Mommy and Daddy think I’m defective and want me fixed. They think a reform academy will make me more moldable for their plans.”
“Whatever that means,” Bram muttered, staring at the chaos on campus.
“What about you two?” He crossed his arms,and shadows danced around him. “Why the fuck are you here?”
“My brother,” Bram hissed.
My brows raised. “Slater? I thought you hated that prick?”
“Melinda Havoc told him I was his half brother, finally, and the guy wants a relationship or some shit.” He rolled his eyes before scowling. “My buzz is fading. I need a Fates-damned drink.”
“Damn. That’s cold.” Dexter’s hand disappeared into the shadows before he pulled out a clear liquor bottle and tossed it at him. “So, he’s wanting to reform you?”
“Something like that.” Bram caught the bottle and unscrewed the lid. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Dexter.”
“Now, that’s the greeting I expected.” Dexter clapped his hands excitedly before pointing a finger gun at me. “I didn’t love your greeting, Skel.”
“Oh, fuck yo?—”
