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Those words were nothing more than a red rag to a bull. Her body started burning with hatred, her wrath erupting inside her like a volcano ready to release its rampage. Her mind went blank as she allowed herself to be controlled only by her sheer loathing for this man.

She let go of his hand and throttled him with both hands. With all the force she could muster, she pulled him forwards a couple of inches, and then slammed him back, his egg-shaped head smashing into the thick wooden shelf. The hollow thud should have sickened her, stopped her, but instead it spurred her on.

As if he were a rag doll, Kyla did it again and again, until his beady eyes glazed over. He murmured something. A bit of drool trickled out of the corner of his mouth and his head lolled forwards.

She took a hand from his throat and using the palm of her hand on his forehead, pushed his head back upright. “Are you getting it yet, you bastard?”

His eyes rolled in the back of his head. Kyla slapped his forehead repeatedly, but she knew he was slipping into unconsciousness as he became more and more limp with each second.

She screamed her question at him over and over, only becoming more and more irate the less conscious he became.

With her throat raw and her voice breaking, Kyla didn’t hear the kitchen door banging shut.

“Ok, ok, time to let go,” said a deep, male voice.

Two shovel sized hands tried prising her fingers from Keith’s throat but without success. Less than a second later, a whirling sensation of déjà vu had her world spinning once again. When she finally grasped a hold of reality, she found herself pinned to the stone-cold wall of the pantry, her arms outstretched like Jesus, with the handsome face of Adam Worthington mere inches from her own.

Except it wasn’t Adam Worthington.

It was something else.

A gothic mix of jet-black eyes, dark purple veins, and razor-sharp canines stared back at her, shaking her into a whole new horrifying reality.

Chapter 19

Kyla didn’t know how to react. That was more than an understatement. After all, what the hell do you do when the monsters from your nightmares come to life right before you? But not only are they the terrifying creatures from beyond the veil, but they’re also menacingly hot and give you shivers where they really shouldn’t.

With her chest heaving, her heart pounding, and her mind racing, Kyla was nothing but a jumble of every emotion going. Highly charged didn’t quite describe it. Everything tingled with energy, everything, and she needed to do something, anything.

“Adam?” she breathed, raking her eyes over his demonic face. Her fuzzy memories from the previous night suddenly shattered, becoming crystal clear. “Oh my,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath. “You guys caused the earthquake...”

The pressure pinning her to the wall released instantly. The monster from the deepest recesses of her dreams bolted back inside its hole in the blink of an eye. And there, just like nothing had ever happened, stood the smoking hot Adam Worthington.

“Name’s Azazel,” he replied. “Pleasure to meet you.”

His green eyes gleamed with joy as a playful smirk unfolded over his pink lips. Kyla couldn’t help but stare at his mouth, his plump silky lips just there, inviting her to touch, to kiss.

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