Page 93 of Touched By Death

The sconces on the walls burn brighter in response to her anger, and we all snap our heads up. The little witch’s powers are slowly returning. It’s about fucking time.

“Would you look at that,” Ronan says, straightening up from the wall.

“What do we think about the stalker?” I ask while pacing the room. I’m restless, and unease twists my insides.

Eyes glued on the spot on Aurelia’s neck where he strokes his thumb back and forth, Alaric replies, “It must be someone we know. Someone who either lives here or who has access to this house.”

“Someone who can go unnoticed amongst the servants,” Ronan agrees, taking a deep drag. White smoke escapes his lips as he shrugs. “Or maybe it’s actually a servant?”

“I don’t like how close he’s been to her this whole time.”

With a hard yank, Alaric pulls the angel closer, and the bars rattle as she crashes into them with a sharp gasp. “What I’d like to know is how Genesis escaped the bindings the first time.”

Ronan walks over and stops beside him. Cigarette back between his lips, he speaks around the filter, “They were secure. She had no way of escaping.”

“Try to escape this prison cell,” Alaric taunts, forcing his thumb between her snarling lips. “I’d love to see you try.”

She bites down hard enough to make him release her with a curse and step back. Eyes burning with fury, he glares at her and points a stern finger in her direction. “You’ll regret that. Just you fucking wait until Daemon shows up.”

Her saccharine smile could melt butter, but there’s something behind it, a vulnerability that’s new. “I’m used to prisons, remember? This”—she waves a hand around the rusty bars—“is just another chain.”

The unease inside me thickens at the slight shake of her voice. Enraptured by her fiery attitude, the boys don’t notice. They’re drawn closer by the promise of trouble in her gaze. They crowd the bars, leaning against them with their shoulders. Alaric steals the cigarette from between Ronan’s lips and takes a deep drag.

“Just think, babe,” Ronan says to the little angel with a smirk. “We’ll soon fill your every hole.”

She flips him off, causing him to chuckle and snatch the cigarette back. Smoking in silence, he watches her through eyes that glint with amusement at her predicament. There’s something enticing about trapped prey.

The door behind me opens, and Daemon enters in a cloud of aftershave and bad intentions. His broad shoulders stretch the fabric of his black T-shirt, and his jeans hang low on his hips. His cocky walk is intentionally slow, as if he enjoys the slight catch in Aurelia’s breath. He circles the cage once, his gaze cruising down Aurelia’s body and lingering on her bare thighs where his father’s cum still coats her skin. “She fucking reeks.” His eyes find mine through the bars. “You didn’t wash her like I asked.”

With a shrug of my shoulders, I sink my teeth into my blood-red lip. “I quite like the thought of the devil’s cum on her.”

“The devil is my fucking father,” he growls out, his voice eerily silent yet steady at the same time. “Why don’t you fuck him yourself if you like his cum that much?”

“I don’t want to fuck your dad, Daemon,” I state boldly, my heels clicking on the gritty floor as I walk closer to the cell. “I want to lick his cum off her while making her come around my fingers.”

His winged brow and slight side smirk make my clit tingle.

“Go ahead. Lick her clean.”

Ronan tosses the keys in my direction, the cigarette dangling from his lips. With a wink, he slides it between his middle and pointer and takes another deep drag. As the embers crackle in the tense silence, I walk up to the cell door and reach for the iron lock.

A sharp hiss inside the cage snaps my attention to Aurelia, who’s anything but happy. It’ll take a lot of groveling to make her forgive us for entrapping her like this. But unluckily for her, I quite enjoy the scent of her anger.

“So feisty,” I taunt as the keys jangle in the lock.

“If you think I’ll let you anywhere near me, think again,” she snarls, causing delicious tingles to settle in my core. Behind me, the boys chuckle.

“I think we both know you’ll let me do more than just go near you.” My small side smile has her eyes narrowing. The lock clicks open, and I hand the padlock to Alaric without taking my eyes off the angel. When the door creaks open on its rusty hinges, her wings erupt from her back and press against the sides of the cage.

Amused, Ronan, who’s still leaning against the bars, flicks a feather and turns his head sideways to blow out a cloud of cigarette smoke.

As I enter the cell, the click of my heels on the gritty stone floor silences the vicious, animalistic snarls in her chest. “There’s nowhere to go, little angel. You’re trapped.”

Pressed up against the back of the cell, she peels her lips back over her teeth and hisses like a snake.

Fuck, I love that sound.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” chuckles Ronan, sending the still-lit cigarette flying to the floor with a flick of his fingers. “She might kill you if you take another step.”

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