The bored glance he gave me was hysterical. I practically saw the “are you fucking kidding me?” cartoon bubble over his head.
Yeah, I felt the same.
“Before we get started, I’m going to assume you have no idea how demons interrogate each other and make each other confess,” I told the woman, waiting until she confirmed it.
Then I showed her. I used video from what I was party to when interrogating Dylan’s ex-lover actually. It just happened that was what I had the quickest access to.
The woman was beside herself then. The terror was overwhelming and I wasn’t even a shifter who could sense it.
“So let’s start at the beginning,” I told her. “What’s your name? Your real name, not what you’re going under. We know that.”
“Sam Mopps. Samantha,” she blurted, horrified still at what she’d seen.
I glanced at Elijah. “I can’t get a read from her. She’s too chaotic.”
“I’ve met someone like her. I have theories,” he said vaguely. “She’s telling the truth.”
Well, that was a good start.
“How did it begin?” I pushed.
Unfortunately, she had the same story a lot of lust demons did, which was so unfair and part of why lust demons had such a bad reputation. We were known for killing and taking life more than any others. We lured people in. It wasour faultfor being desired.
Right, but so were other demons.
So were other fuckinghumansand yet others controlled themselves.
If someone attacked a wrath demon after they turned and they were giving off extra anger around them, everyone would say that person was mental. They were already on edge. Clearly, they had a screw loose or any other million sentiments.
Toxic man.
Predator.
And on and on.
But lust?
Oh no, notlust.
That was our fault.Wewere the problem. The women… Even if lust demons could be men too. Overwhelmingly, they were women.
No one was ever shocked to hear that, but also it was ridiculously unfair. Still, we had some blame. We carried part of the weight.
Bullshit.
Utter and total fucking bullshit.
It was her story though. She was an orphan who became a servant, and when she turned into a demon, the son of the family attacked her. A man of shitty morals and who thought he could do whatever he wanted.
Instead, he was dead. She was terrified and went on the run.
“I’m sorry you went through that,” I told her, truly and honestly when she finished.
She stared at me as if waiting for me to say more, but when I didn’t, she looked away and wiped her eyes. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”
“And that’s a pain unlike any other and we all know it,” I told her, waving one of the guys to get her something to drink or whatever. I sighed when he gave me a glance like he wasn’t sure if I was kidding.
I wasn’t. No matter what she’d turned into, she’d once been where we all had been too and… I didn’t say let her go. Get her a damn bottle of water and some tissues.
