Page 14 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

The office door is open. I can hear my dad’s dress shoes echoing down the hall as he approaches.

My body is trying to react to this experience, my homecoming. It’s fucking uncomfortable and I want it to stop.

Letting go of Rain’s hand, my hands grip my hair, pulling it in order to focus me.

A low, intense growl leaves me.

What are these feelings? I fucking hate it.

My dad’s hand is on my shoulder, I can sense his presence before he speaks. “I know. It’s a lot at once and processing it is nearly impossible. Tonight. Just focus on that.”

Nodding my head, I release my hair and open my eyes.

My nostrils still flare as I take deep breaths in and out. My mouth opens as I yell into the room. Pounding against my chest is my heart. The same heart that is making this all so fucking hard. Everything is coming down at me—at once.

My eyes shift around the space—I need her.

My little bat is now on the brown leather couch, her face looks like she’s in pain. Her eyes are sad.

I don’t like it.

Walking over to her, I kneel down. “What’s wrong?” My eyes stare deep into hers.

Rain shakes her head. “Nothing. Everything is how it’s meant to be. I’m okay.”

I don’t understand, but I accept it, for now.

Bringing my hand to her face, my thumb rubs against her soft bottom lip. Leaning forward, our lips meet and my hand moves to grip her face. It’s a brief kiss but passionate. It sucks the air out of us both as our foreheads lean against each other’s. As we part, our warm breaths meet again.

Her lips brush once more against mine before leaning back.

My cock hardens against my pants.

This fucking girl.

My dad clears his throat behind me, like it will have some sort of magical effect on me.

She is my focus.

He’s been waiting ten years, what’s a few more minutes?

Rain smirks, then pushes my shoulder.

Letting go of her face, I stand up and turn toward my dad. “Do you have the masks?” I ask as I adjust myself.

His eyes roll. “You seem in better spirits today.”

My face remains unamused. At this point, the only thing I want to do is take my little bat home and fuck her until she forgets her fucking name.

“Your cousin, Francesca, has become a liability. We have placed a Pawn with her for the past couple weeks. He is acting like a boy with a crush, and she has fallen for it. Reports have been given nightly to his handler. Plans to expose us are in the works, primarily via social media. Our Pawn has a computer science background. He can easily handle that side for us.”

Stepping toward my dad, my arms cross over my chest. “Understood.”

Never liked the bitch anyway.

“Good.”

Dad looks toward Rain. “You, my dear, will go into this evening as a Disciple. You are a Sinclair. Never doubt that. You hold as much power as Elijah does when you step into a room. Own it. It’s yours.”

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