Page 48 of Spit

His magic smelt like flowers, marigolds at the end of summer. The sweetness bordered on overwhelming just before the orange and yellow blooms began to die.

“I had a dream about a demon. I don’t know who it was, but he had red hair. Almost yellow eyes.” I steeled myself, ready to be told my dream was just a dream. “He was begging for Legion. He said he couldn’t feel the bond.”

Sev’s dark gaze sharpened. “Do you remember anything else from the dream?”

“He was in a cell.” I lifted my thumb, nervous and ready to chew the nail before I decided against it. “The walls were white. There were speakers. He didn’t look well.”

A pained look crossed the demon's face, and he turned to the crowd below, who continued fucking without a clue about their host's emotional pain.

“Legion—” I started to say.

“He’s busy with his witch.” Sev interrupted.

My stomach soured, though I didn’t quite no why. I followed Sev’s gaze down to the orgy below, finally seeing what my eyes had glossed over before.

Legion laid back in one of the chairs at the very edge of the crowd. His arms draped over the back of the chair, and his legs relaxed as someone bobbed their head in his lap. Legion didn’t look like he was enjoying himself all that much; he looked like a bored king, his gaze lazily traveling through the crowd.

Strawberry blonde hair—Katalina, the nasty witch I had met that morning.

That explained why she was so defensive about a new witch in her territory. Especially one that could make her powerless in a blink.

I watched for a moment too long, though I didn’t know why. My skin felt hot, and my blood felt cold.

He must have sensed someone watching because Legion’s eyes snapped to mine. All the way up to the balcony overlooking the room. A languid smile crossed his lips as if he was pleased that I was watching.

His hand crossed his lap, tangling in Katalina’s strawberry blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down as if she was trying to start a lawnmower with her mouth. I didn’t have much reference when it came to sucking cock, but if Legion was detached enough from the act to state at me in defiance, she must have been doing something wrong.

“Does that bother you?” Sev asked delicately. I got the impression that he got a perverse sort of thrill from stirring up drama.

I forced a bright smile onto my face. “Not at all,” I told him as I turned back to the crowd. I hated that it bothered me.

I couldn’t pin point why I felt that way. Was I jealous because I wanted Legion, or was I jealous because Katalina could touch people? She could kiss them. Suck them. Fuck them. She wasn’t cursed to be addictive to anyone that came too close.

“Incubi can affect dreams,” I noted casually, keeping my eyes on the crowd. However, I kept my gaze unfocused just in case I glanced at Legion again.

Sev hummed. “Yes.” His grin was proud. “We don’t need to touch someone to give them pleasure.”

“Good to know.” I was impassive.

“I could come to your dreams if you’d like. Make you cum in ways that humans can’t survive when awake.” Sev continued. “So distant. So cold. So alone. Don’t you ever wonder what it would feel like to let go? For just a night.”

“Sometimes I wonder if people thing I’m stupid because I choose not to speak much,” I commented lightly. “Did you plant the dream that made me come here?”

Sev’s grin widened. “And if I did?”

“You sensed my interest in Legion, and you brought me here because you thought it would bother me to see him with someone else.” I guessed.

Sev’s smile slipped just a bit. “You think so?”

“I think that you like to rile people up.”I continued, giving him a single withering glance. “I think you wanted me to fall into your arms when I saw Legion with Katalina. You don’t understand what you’re asking for.”

“Don’t I?” Sev’s gaze deepened. Suddenly there was no trace of the human façade he wore. All that melted away and revealed darkness too dead to comprehend, hidden behind his jovial smiles and aloof persona.

I’d managed to wipe the smile off his face, but I wasn’t sure what I saw underneath.

I was a single woman, standing on a hill as a roaring dragon rose from the depths, and if I didn’t run, I would get burned.

My fingers twitched, and my shadow stretched to meet the demons. Hiding under his feet.

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