Page 104 of Demon Kissed
Just who the fuck does she think she is? After what we’ve shared?
My pulse palpitates as I hurl daggers with my eyes at the door she just disappeared through.
She left…taking my entire heart with her. Doesn’t she know my feelings for her? Isn’t it obvious every time I look at her—because it feelsfucking obvious—my heart tries to jump through my throat, I can’t even fucking speak, and it’s all I can do not to have my eyes turn red in the middle of the gym when I see her in those damn tiny gym shorts? Every damn day, I’ve resisted the urge to shove her against the mats underneath the basketball hoops and fuck her senseless.
And every night…
Does she know how pissed I am that she has that kind of control over me? Does she have any damn clue how helpless I feel? Apparently not. Apparently, I’m gonna have to fucking spell it out for her. But I don’t spell things out with hearts and flowers. I’ll spell things out with my tongue, with my fingers. I’ll spell it out on her skin until she looks like a goddamned encyclopedia.
“Raz…” Akor’s voice is practically a whine as he stares out the window like a besotted puppy looking for his owner. “She can’t leave, can she? She can’t.”
Abruptly, the pain on his face transforms into rage. Blistering hot rage that exacerbates my own fury.
“It’s your fault!” he seethes, balling his hands into fists. “It’s your fucking fault! You shouldn’t have told her anything!”
“And let her keep living a lie?” Zolroth snorts derisively. “She would come to resent us if we started this relationship with one.”
“What relationship?!?” Akor whirls on the materialism demon. “She fucking left us!”
“She said she loved us.” Van’s voice is dreamy, almost wistful, as he blinks rapidly at the closed door.
Ignoring him for the time being, I focus solely on Akor, the more volatile demon in my murder. “She’ll come back,” I vow as his eyes flash to my face. The grin I give him is the reason that demons are whispered about by humans in stark terror. Because there’s zero kindness in my grin, only pure determination.
Baby girl, do you really think I’ll ever let you go?
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ZOLROTH
My tie suddenly feels unbearably tight, cutting off my circulation.
With a disgruntled huff, I loosen it until it cascades freely over my broad shoulders.
But then, my jacket becomes too constrictive, and I shove that bloody thing off as well.
I’m pacing, my loafers wearing a hole in the living room rug, as my eyes periodically flicker to the closed door.
Why did you have to leave, love? Don’t you understand that we’re selfish, cruel beasts?
I can never let her go.
In her deluded mind, she believes that she’s doing this to saveus. Protectus.
But we’re big, scary demons, and we don’t need her protection. No, we just needher.
Katrina.
Even her name fills me up with blindingly bright light. I feel weightless, like my wings are propelling me miles above the earth and I’m gliding along with the wind currents. In only a few short weeks, she has consumed my every thought, my every decision, my entire fucking heart. And now, she bloody left.
My heart feels her loss so keenly, I’m surprised it’s not audibly weeping for her.
The others are moaning and bitching, but I much prefer to take the initiative to get what I want. And what I want is Katrina.
Pulling out my phone, I type in the website to the local florist and begin to look through the various flower arrangements. Twenty dozen red roses, perhaps? Delivered to her hotel room? I should easily be able to hack her credit card and see where she’s staying. That’s not an issue.
Maybe I could release a flock of white doves…
A tiny grin curls up my lips as I exit the floral shop website and pull up a local boutique. I visited it once before a couple weeks earlier, with every intention of surprising Katrina with a gorgeous, homemade dress. I went through her clothes on that very first night and wrote down all of her sizes. I’m sure I can make her a custom gown that fits her like a glove. Isn’t there a dance coming up soon?
