Page 88 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

My first step from the shadows was a careful one. The ones to follow weren’t. My footsteps were like echoes of my heart as I ran across the room to him. It didn’t matter the eyes I felt watching me. I knew going in that it wouldn’t be easy to save the man.

“Metice.” I dropped to my knees beside him and took his face in my hands. “You’re alive.”

“Rayna, no. This was a trap for you.” Blood spilled from his lips as he spoke. “She wanted you to come.”

“Yeah, I’m old enough to know how all this works.” I winked. It was obvious what Olian wanted. She had to get me out of the picture, as if that would make Metice fall for her.

“Why?” he asked. “Why would you risk coming here?”

“As if I could leave you here.” I kissed him. “We already know what you would do if I were locked away like this.”

The slow succession of claps echoed off the stone ceiling. Olian, hidden in shadows, stepped from the darkness. It was her grand entrance, the big bad reveal, as if we didn’t already know it was her behind the chaos.

“I wondered how you would make your way in here. I’ll have to thank Cufio for his help.” Olian pointed to the shadow where I’d entered the room. “That is who helped you, right? One of the few allies Metice has in this world. Well, maybe not after today.”

“Let him go.” I would not play into her banter. Olian was an attention seeking whore, and as far as I was concerned, giving her any more of my energy would only make things worse.

“No.” she said. “Why would I do that after all I did to get him here? I had to wait for the right moment. To think, we had to watch the two of you and that puke inducing planet all that time.”

“Why would you go through all that for a guy you know doesn’t want you?” My hands moved from his face to his neck. Metice was fuming, and I hoped my touch would keep him calm. This fight wasn’t his. It was mine.

“You have something I want.” Olian lifted a slow, dramatic finger and aimed it at Metice. “If I can’t have him…”

“Please, don’t do it.” I held my hand up, the laughter already threatening to erupt. “Don’t say if you can’t have him, no one can. Are you really that lame? I really thought, with all your green badassery, you’d have a better line than that!”

“Fine, I’ll cut to the part where I take off your head.” Olian rolled her shoulders as her tentacles sprouted from her back.

“Give it your best shot,” I challenged her, because I knew something she didn’t.

She shot one tentacle out at me, and instinctually, I pushed Metice away and jumped out of the target zone. Once clear, I tapped into my own power. I popped away from Metice’s side and reappeared just behind Olian as my size ten foot landed in the middle of her back between the nasty appendages.

“Ah, yes, your little trick.” She straightened. “How could I forget about that? But exactly how long do you think that’s going to help you?”

I popped again and got right up in the bitch’s face. Before she could respond, I connected fist to jaw twice, then popped away.

“Let’s find out.” I wiggled my fingers at her. “I’m actually pretty good at this, thanks to my excellent trainer.”

“Too bad that trainer didn’t teach you to do anything else!” Olian shouted.

“He taught me enough.” Again, I popped from my place behind her, wrapped my hands in her braids, and pulled her to the ground. Her head slammed into the floor.

I tried to move away, but one of her tentacles was wrapped around my leg.

“You’re so predictable, it’s laughable.” Olian stood and held me, dangling upside down. “It’s time to end this so Metice can be with who he’s really meant for.”

I could hear my friend’s voice in my head. Shoot the bitch! So, that’s what I did. I reached behind me and found the spot where Likosa put the bubble. It took a second to reach it, but once I did, it popped open, and Keri’s special friend fell into my hand. I quickly aimed for Olian’s knee and pulled the trigger. Pop!

Olian screamed out and fell to the ground, dropping me on my head in the process. After having my skull crack against the hard ground, the room spun.

“Damn, that hurt.” I scooted away from her, waiting for my head to clear before standing again.

Summoned by Olian’s scream, the doors opened, and demons entered, led by her orange boy toy. The orange one ran right for me, scooped me from the ground, and slapped a cuff on my wrist that matched the ones Metice wore.

“No more hopping for you,” he grunted in my ear.

“It’s time to watch her die!” Olian teased Metice while hopping on one leg. “Then you can get over this nonsense and join me like you promised!”

“I will never be with you, Olian,” Metice told her. “You kill her, and you might as well take my head off right now.”

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