Page 6 of Satanic Shadow
“I’ve read about your kind,” he continues, to my dismay. “You’re dying from the moment you’re born.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head in annoyance. “What's your plan if you do end up graduating and need to live among us?”
His devilish smile makes him more annoyingly handsome. “I’ll burn you all to the ground.”
I giggle at the absurdness. “Right. Can you take your little ghost hands off me now? As much as I love being held down and degraded, I have a boyfriend, and I’d like to go to my next class.”
Dane doesn’t let me go. In fact, those ghostly hands are firmer now, his jaw tight, and if this wasn’t a horrible situation and he wasn’t dropping to a crouch in front of me, this would be a turn-on.
Grayson would be ecstatic if he heard me call him my boyfriend, but Dane doesn’t need to know that I just lied to his face.
“I bet you do like being held down. I couldn’t imagine anything more repulsive. Seeing you beneath me.” With his bright eyes, Dane studies me—from my long, brown curls, to my face and chest, all the way down to my black heels. “You are repulsive, mortal. If I ever get out of here, you’ll be my first target.” The shadowy hands part my thighs slowly. “I’ll rip these legs off, and when you beg for mercy with tears in your eyes, I’ll snap each bone in your body, if only to hear the way you scream.”
The image in my head has sweat building on the back of my neck. I can see him doing something like that.
His eyes flash to a brighter silver. “I’ll make it slow of course. I want to feel how your body breaks. How your lungs burn when you’re desperate for oxygen. The last thing you see before I take your sight will be me. When you plead for me to end it all as you lose feeling in your entire body, I’ll heal you, only to start all over again. Do you know why?”
I just stare at him blankly, waiting for him to continue.
“Because you are a human. Useless, already-dying creatures who depend on ridiculous things like mobile phones to live.”
“Are you done?”
My toes curl as he tightens his invisible hold on my legs again. “You’ll know when I am. Right before the soul leaves your body for good—only then will I be done with you.”
My blood runs cold, and instead of giving him what he wants—to see me squirm from his threat—I tilt my head. “That was poetic. Did you rehearse that?” A breeze hits between my legs, and I battle against shifting. “What’s your deal anyway? The fuck did I ever do to you?”
“You merely exist.”
“Great,” I retort. “Can you release me now? You’re kind of creeping me out, not scaring me.”
Dane stares at me, his eyes darkening. “You mean nothing here.”
I scoff, trying to shift away from his hold when a faint pulsing begins, which only grants him more power to grip me. “Let me go.”
“You. Mean. Nothing. Here.”
“You should work on your tone. It’s getting scary, but not enough to make me beg you to stop. Maybe you should abracadabra back into your real form and fuck off?”
My legs part further, and I don’t fight it, even though I know he can see my panties. The feeling rushing through me has me gulping and heavily breathing through my nostrils.
The grandfather clock sounds again, and the hands stop pushing my thighs apart, but Dane doesn’t move, his second set of hands still keeping me pinned to the seat. His pupils have dilated, nearly taking over the shocking silver.
“Why are you here?” he demands.
I shrug, holding on to the sides of the chair. “Ask your mother. She’s the one who had me kidnapped from my life and thrown onto this island and won’t answer a single one of my questions.”
His jaw tenses, and the hands vanish from my skin. He stands tall, wiping invisible dust from his sleeve. “Leave the island. You have no place here.”
I get to my feet and quickly fix my skirt. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this,Einstein, but there’s a spell on the island. No one can leave without graduating. Have you not listened to a thing in mortal studies? No wonder you’re still stuck here.”
His eye twitches, but with one more glance down and up the length of me, stopping on my reddening cheeks, his irises shift back to his usual green, and he rapidly disappears from the room.
I finally breathe. My lungs were struggling for a beat there, but now he’s gone, I can let my thoughts run wild and my fear sink in. He’s an asshole, one who needs a good slap across the face, but he’s also undeniably hot, which makes him even more annoying.
He knows all the students in the academy want him, but I don’t. I’ll never fall to my knees and suck his cock like everyone else in this place wants to do. He can take his threats, his second set of hands, and his moodiness and go back to whatever realm he came from. Most likely the Fire Realm. He’s a hothead, angry all the time, and thinks he owns everyone. I bet if he shapeshifted back into his own form, he’d be a snake or a dragon.
Either way, I’ve failed at dodging him yet again. Daily, this happens. I wonder if he’ll ever grow bored of materializing in front of me or knocking me over? Or will I be forever cursed to listen to his fantasies of killing me?
