The rational part of me gasped with horror while the irrational part of me casually noted that the deceased body fit well with my vibe.

Sometimes life was a chill, but then there were the horrors.

It was exhausting being a girl.

Hands grabbed the back of my neck, and sharp nails pricked my sensitive skin. The fingers tightened painfully as they dragged me off the dance floor. Someone snarled in my ear, “Don’t be a brat.”

“Kinky,” I mumbled under my breath.

A tongue licked across my face. “Don’t tempt me.”

I blinked at the sudden bright light of the hall as we left the party and rubbed moisture off the side of my cheek.

Scorpius threw me to the ground.

I didn’t save myself.

In a clatter of limbs I flopped backward. The marble was icy beneath my sweat-slicked skin. I closed my eyes and breathed roughly.

Another person was dead.

Because of me.

I sucked on both pipes desperately and shivered because death followed me. Everywhere I went. He wouldn’t leave me alone.

Stupid stalker, he was such a pervert.

Most men were.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Malum snarled. He stood beside his mates, and all three of them loomed above me. “Are you fucking crazy?”

Shocker, they were violently angry.

Men had no emotional range.

“Yes, sir!” I raised my middle finger to my forehead and saluted them sarcastically. Closed my eyes. Fantasized about death and a week-long shopping trip.

Chapter 4

Corvus Malum

PREY

The beginning: Shackles—Day 4, hour 4

I was going to kill her.

My Revered trembled beside me, his body vibrating from the force of his anger.

Scorpius and I stepped closer to comfort him.

Lightning flashed, and it highlighted the gold network of veins that crawled through the cracks of the black marble. The crystal chandeliers tinkled on the ceiling as they rocked back and forth.

The hall was quiet as everyone in the academy was lost in their multiday bender.

Electricity crackled in the air, and it tasted like violence.

Flames leaped higher off my skin.