Page 262 of The Cruelest Undead

Cerise’s fangs slid into her mouth, and she hissed, bearing them. The second she did, Laurie stepped back and gasped.

“What are you?” she asked, stammering.

Well, she was about to find out.

She grabbed Laurie by the scrubs, and lifted her off the ground with one hand. She used her vampyre gifts to protect her mate.

Laurie was just lucky she’d promised not to kill her.

Because she was feeling that rage.

“I’m your worst nightmare,” she said, letting her claws grow, so that the woman felt them in her flesh.

Laurie whimpered.

“If you besmirch his good name, over a silly break up, I’m going to come back, rip out your throat, and drink your blood. If you even say his name, you’re dead.”

Laurie tried to fight.

Only, a vamp was a vamp.

They were strong.

“He’s mine now, and if you think I’ll play your silly games,” she said, shoving the dumpster with her one hand. It had been right beside them.

And now it wasn’t.

It slid twenty feet with no effort.

“You’d be very wrong.”

Laurie couldn’t look away from the woman’s fangs, and she was scared stupid.

“I won’t! I swear to God! Please don’t hurt me. You can have him.”

Cerise laughed.

“Oh, well, thank you for giving me your permission, when he’s already mine.”

She tossed her so hard, she hit the wall and slid down it to fall onto the ground.

Cerise moved toward her.

“Don’t make me be your worst nightmare. You had the choice of how you wanted to do this, and now, I’m angry. It takes a lot to make me angry, Laurie.”

Laurie just tried to make herself really small.

It was when she pissed herself and her aqua scrubs showed the wetness, that Cerise was done.

That was terrifying enough.

Right?

“Vanth,” she called.

The demoness appeared by her. With her swirling eyes, it had the effect needed.

The woman on the ground cried and closed her eyes. She curled into a ball and tried to block it all out.

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