Page 60 of Hell Bites

“Just hurry up.” She tugs harder on my hand. “Trust me. We have to hurry.”

Blinking a few times, I nod and follow her lead.

I follow Azizia along the roads, both of us running and panting in the extreme heat.

“It’s not much further. Then we will be safe.”

Thank god.

It feels like we’ve been running forever even though I know it hasn’t been long at all. Not with how quickly we’re moving.

I don’t slow down once, don’t look back or argue, because I do trust Zia. I might have questioned it before, might have thought my feelings weren’t genuine and just fabricated by circumstance but holding her hand, following her like this, I’m not questioning things now.

Azizia is my destiny.

“I missed you,” she says as we stop inside the cover of trees, and when she looks up at me, I know it’s true.

Cupping her cheeks, I search her eyes briefly then dip my chin, dying to kiss her, to have some sort of assurance that she feels the same way I do, but Zia pulls back and I frown.

Then immediately start questioning everything all over again, right up until she smiles at me.

A beautiful, blinding smile that feels like it was meant for only me, and it curves my lips up to do the same. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She nods. “Yes, I’m okay.”

“Where are we?” I pull my eyes away from Zia, adjusting to the lack of light easily. “Why did we need to come here? Shouldn’t we leave?”

She gives me a halfhearted shrug. “It’s just where we’re supposed to be.”

With a frown, I open my mouth to ask her what the fuck is actually going on when I hear a voice that has bile creeping up my throat.

“Hello, darling. I’m so glad you’ve come back to me.”

I grab Azizia and shove her behind me as I spin to face my living nightmare.

“Davina,” I growl, searching the darkness until she slowly steps forward.

My god, she hasn’t changed.

Forever nineteen with flawless pale skin, ruby red lips and hair the color of spun gold, and the shrewd, dead eyes of a killer.

Lifeless.

Davina’s eyes are like doll eyes, and I can’t believe I ever enjoyed having them on me.

“Felix, my darling, you’re looking…” She stops about two feet away from me and arches a brow as she looks me up and down. “Delicious, though you could use a little more demon blood to get you back to tiptop.”

Shoving Zia further behind me and taking a step back, I growl, “Fuck off, Davina. You can’t have her.”

Her eyes narrow on my face briefly, her anger flaring before she relaxes with a chuckle. “I don’t want her. Besides, she doesn’t belong to me, anyway.”

“What the hell are you—” I whirl around when I hear Zia yelp, my fangs fully extending as I feel the back of my shirt split. “Azizia! No, please!”

She squirms against a huge male demon, his appearance unmistakably one of a warrior, and just when my claws rip from my fingers and the muscles in my back start to shift and expand to accommodate the change in my form, I freeze.

I watch as he simultaneously cups Zia’s breast and her pussy, holding her closely to him. He grins at me as he licks the side of her neck and whispers in her ear but what has my head spinning is the throaty moan that escapes her perfect lips before Zia is reaching up to bury her fingers in the male’s hair and crushes those lips to his. She’s smiling, urging it on. She wants this. My Azizia wants this from this male. This male who isn’t me.

“Zia?” I choke out, my confusion quickly fading as my heart stops. “Azizia, what are you doing?”

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