Page 64 of Court of Evil

“I usually kill them. I don’t like them old, but this one . . .” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t resist.”

It’s her powers. I’m starting to think that’s also the reason she hates all men.

Men are weak as it is, especially human men, and with a beauty like her who also has her kind of power, I’m guessing this isn’t the first man who has tried to take her by force.

She stops in front of him, and we focus on her. This is her revenge, not mine. I’m just here to ensure she doesn’t get hurt, though I have a feeling the only one getting hurt will be him.

She slides the knife gently across his face before lashing out. Fang carves off his nose as he howls, and with a wicked look, she grabs his open mouth and reaches inside with the knife, slicing off his tongue. His screams sound different as she tosses it away and steps back, putting the knife away as she wipes her hands.

Suddenly, she presses her hands on either side of his face, gripping his head, and his screams grow louder, his whole body shaking from whatever she is doing. Her eyes turn black, and when her voice comes, it’s seductive and deeper. “Succubi don’t just feed on pleasure. We can feed on pain, too, if we wish—two sides of the same coin.”

He continues to writhe and scream as her fingers seem to dent his skin, and her smile grows as she watches him, an evil look overtaking her face.

This woman is dangerous, maybe more so than any other being in this room.

Suddenly, she releases him, stepping back as he slumps, still screaming and clawing at his face. She watches him, her eyes slowly turning back to their normal deep brown. “It will never be enough for what you have done, but I will make sure you never do it again.”

Pulling the knife out again, she slams it into his cock and steps back, all of us observing as he dies slowly and painfully.

His screams and moans fill the air until he becomes silent, and when I look up, I find Ronan has his hand over Writ’s eyes and Tem has his over Writ’s ears, and something about that makes my heart skip a beat. I glance at Fang as she pants, staring at the dead body.

“Do you feel better?” I ask, genuinely curious as one woman seeking vengeance to another.

“No,” she replies as she stares at her brother’s body. “Not even a little bit, but it’s a start.”

I have nothing to say to that.

“Would you like me to take you home? Maybe to your family?”

“We have no other family. It was just . . . us.” She breaks on the last word. “Just me now, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, Fang. I wish I could bring him back for you.”

“It’s not your fault. You saved me. How did you do that? How did you know my name?” It seems to click, and I offer a sad smile.

“Ronan, can you help?”

He steps forward, nodding, and I glance at Fang.

“There will be a small touch, don’t worry.” Her eyes widen, but before she can react, Ronan touches her head and steps back, his hand on Writ’s shoulders. She blinks and looks around.

“What—” Her voice breaks off, her eyes widening as she stumbles over to Writ and falls to her knees before him. “Writ, Writ—” Tears flow down her cheeks.

“Hi, sissy. I made some new friends. Hope that’s okay. I know you always told me to stay close, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”

She sobs, and my heart breaks for her. So much pain is contained in her body, it leaks out to us.

“No, no, it’s okay. It was my fault, buddy. It was all my fault.” She hiccups and trembles as she breaks. “Writ, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you.” Her sobs shake her body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He steps forward, wrapping his little arms around her and kissing her head. “It’s okay, sissy. You protected me for so long. This wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself like you did with Mum and Dad, okay? I don’t want you to be sad forever.”

“Writ.” Fang presses her face to his chest. She holds him and cries, and then he steps back.

“I think . . . I think there’s a light here for me.”

“No, please stay,” she begs before she swallows her words, closing her eyes. “Yeah, buddy, that will be for you. You’re right. It’s okay. You can go through.”

“What will happen?” he asks, scared.

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