Page 31 of Tyrant

There’s practically hearts floating from her eyes. I tighten my grip on her hair and feel strands start to tear away. At the last second, I growl in my throat and spit down at Naya. A fat glob of thick saliva smacks her above her right eye.

I release my hold on her hair and walk away, peeling pieces of her hair off my fingers. Now I’m on a quest to find myclaimed one.

The house is huge. An old gothic colonial house with enough history to fill a book and then some. A long history of parties, seances, trials, and other events. Ghosts scattered throughout if you believe in that kind of thing.

As I make my way toward the front room where a guy sits at a piano and gently plays while two drunk guys stare in awe and sway, someone calls out my name. I turn wanting to see Serafina. Instead, it’s her other roommate.

Fucking Lia. This little snobby cunt will be your best friend and act completely innocent, all the while sharpening a blade meant for your back.

“What the fuck do you want?” I ask Lia.

“I can’t find Sera.”

I lunge for Lia, my hand ready to grab her throat. Ready to throw her through a fucking window.

“What the fuck?” I growl.

“She was drinking her drink and then suddenly said she needed to find a bathroom. She said she felt like something was really wrong. I don’t know. She took off upstairs and got lost in the crowd. Her drink…”

“Oh, fuck me,” I say.

I shove Lia out of the way and race toward the steps. I climb the steps two at a time. Anyone in the way is knocked out of my way. My shoulders are like battering rams and nothing will stop me from getting to myclaimed one.

Once I’m upstairs, it’s time to play a game calledKick in Every Fucking Door Until I Find Serafina. Behind the first door some guy is getting a blow job on the corner of the bed. Behind the second door some guy is standing behind some girl and she’s bent over the bed, taking it hard. The third door is open. A bathroom.

Empty.

I smash my foot against the fourth the door and I see Serafina standing near a window. An open fucking window. She grabs for the curtains, her legs rubbery, knees hitting together like a newborn giraffe. She looks at me but I’m not sure she can actually see me.

Someone drugged her fucking drink.

Fucking… hell…

I run toward Serafina. She turns and starts to throw herself at the open window. I’m not sure if she’s trying to get away or kill herself.

“Fuck,” I growl.

My hands grab her waist and pull her against me, saving her life. Her body crashes back against mine and she puts her hands up and reaches back, clawing at my neck. Her head tilts side to side and she starts to groan.

My hands curl tight as I hold her. She’s fucking out of her mind right now. Someone planned this. Someone drugged her drink and got her into this room. I wonder if someone already…

She’s wearing pants. I don’t think someone would have had their way with her and then dressed her. Or maybe they did. Maybe that’s why the window is open.

Fuck her and let her fall out of the window and die.

My heart pulses with anger and rage just the same as my cock pulses at the feel of myclaimed one’s body rubbing against mine. I can’t have her like his. I’m not the one who drugged her. When the time comes for that, she will be well aware of what’s happening and she will be the one telling me to do it.

This… this is different.

I move Serafina toward the bed and basically let her fall down onto it. I turn toward the open window, shut and lock it. Demo comes charging into the bedroom.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

“She’s drugged,” I say to him. “Stay with her for a minute. Do not fucking touch her.”

“Seriously, man? Do you really think that I would…”

“Just keep her safe, Demo,” I say.

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