Dex faltered, his expression smearing with confusion. “We—uh, we were…” he stumbled over his words.
“We were trying to tell you not to bitch at Bram like that again,” I interjected, shooting a glare his way. “Calling him a bastard was low.”
“He called me a slut,” she snapped, fire simmering in her red eyes. “I’m not, and you all seem to really hate me for no reason.”
“I don’t hate you,” Dex mumbled, crossing his arms and pouting. “I justreallylove your pain.”
Her eyes widened.
“I don’t hate you for no reason,” I added spitefully, poking a finger in her direction. “Bram hates you because you’re a noble, but I hate you because of what you represent.”
She flinched, frowning deeper. “What do I represent?”
“Death, princess,” I told her. “You represent death.”
“But…I can’t help either of those,” she rasped, her voice thick with sadness.
I hesitated at the sound, but I jerked my head to the side and refused to make eye contact with her as I smoked my pipe.
I didn’t care that she was sad.
She triedto eat my soul.
“Your powers went fucking crazy, you tried to kill us, then you passed out,” Dex explained to her.
“Oh, Fates, I tried to…”
“Eat our souls, yeah.” Dex bounced his head up and down casually.
“Thank you for bringing me here, then,” she murmured softly as Dex and I drew close to her. Her caramel scent was as fucking intoxicating as her fear was. “The gemstone’s healing helped.”
“Anything for you,” Dex purred, swiping his tongue out and flashing that piercing of his.
“I should get back before Ashenfell notices I’m gone.” She glanced around before panic struck her eyes, and fear spiked from her. “Where’s my bag?”
“He won’t notice,” Dex assured her cockily, slipping his hand through the shadows before pulling back with her black bag dangling from his fingers.
“Thank you, Dex.” She grabbed the bag and checked it before sighing in relief and slinging the strap over her shoulder. “I failed at getting my power to take an animated soul.”
“You almost took ours instead,” I spat, my fear rising inside me at the memory of her black eyes with no fucking horns. I took another deep hit. “You know your demon form is just black fucking eyes?”
“It is?” She blinked, pain passing through her gaze as she shook her head. “I’ve never actually been in demon form before. Well, at least, I’ve never really noticed it. Even when my powers activate.”
“That’s fucking weird,” I drawled, inhaling more fae magic to make my blood tingle. “A demon with no horns.”
“Kind of hot.” Dex bit down on his bottom lip, and the look she swung him was almost comical.
“Dude.” I groaned, rubbing my hand down my face.
A group of demons passed by at that moment, and a nasally, judgmental voice pierced the air. “Gravesend? Why are you hanging out with the scummy demons?”
Gravesend looked down at her hand, and I noticed the ring on her finger turn from white to black.
She tensed before glancing between us and them. “They aren’t scummy.”
My brows shot up. She was defending us again? Why the fuck was that? No noble usually defended the lower class with shitty families. It just didn’t happen.
“You don’t understand basic class rules,” her blonde roommate snapped at her. I thought her name was Dreadingor something.
