Page 55 of Demon Sworn
Shut your—
Oh my god.
And I know.
The epiphany is so startling that I actually stagger forward, nearly falling out of the alcove, my Mary Jane shoes squeaking on the meticulously polished flooring.
Before David can look in my direction, I duck back into my hiding spot, my heart racing and sweat dotting my forehead.
“Oh my god.” I need to talk to Raz. I need to find Van. I need to—
Like my thoughts summoned her, Alanna materializes in front of me, a smile warping her elfin features.
“Hello, Katrina.”
All I can do is stare at her in wide-eyed terror as her face twists and distorts, human body cracking like a locust’s skin and then dissolving, revealing a demon I know.
Her wings expand from her back, from her upper arms to her wrists, a beautiful, bright fuchsia. Maleficent-worthy black horns erupt from the top of her bright red hair. The buttons on her shirt quite literally fall off, forcing her shirt open and revealing the largest breasts I’ve ever seen. Like, those things are fucking massive. And since she’s so much taller than me, I’m eye to eye with her dusky nipples because apparently, she didn’t choose to wear a bra today.
This is a woman I considered a friend. That myguysconsidered a friend.
A woman who betrayed us all.
William turns to face us, and instead of his expression widening in shock, his eyes turn furious. “You aren’t supposed to fucking morph at school you stupid—”
David snaps William’s neck, and my former crush tumbles to the floor, eyes wide and staring sightlessly ahead. Shiiiiit.
“Arariel,” is all I manage to gasp out before the fucking bitch quite literallysmothers me with her boobs.
Because if I ever thought of how I was going to die, boob strangulation wasnoton the list.
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Katrina
Getting smotheredby tits and kidnapped isn’t how I expected my day to go.
I mean, sure. I would’ve been fine with a little bondage in Van’s office, but this? Waking up with my hands behind my back, connected to the gymnasium’s basketball pole? Not the type of bondage I wanted.
At first, I don’t immediately open my eyes, allowing myself to listen to the muffled voice echoing a short distance away. The wooden floor makes a shitty pillow, but I stay down, hoping I can gain some kind of information.
The sultry feminine voice I recognize as Arariel’s, but the others…
Is that Wade? Tim?
Dammit. I was right!
I finally peel open one of my crusty eyelids, surveying the darkened gymnasium for a moment, before my gaze latches on to my friends from the decathlon team.
Wade, Tim, and Darrel stand around a fuming Arariel, listening as she rants about something I can’t hear. David rests indolently against the rolled up bleachers, though his eyes aren’t on them. They’re onme.
Oh fuck.
“Looks like the little birdy is awake,” David says in a singsong voice. It’s one I barely recognize.
Though I wasn’t close with David, we were at least friendly. I knew him foryears. When did that change? When did he become—
Realization settles in my gut. The real David probably didn’t become anything. The real David’s probably in a morgue somewhere like my parents. Loathing rises up in my stomach. Stacy’s been dating a lust demon, and she didn’t even know it. Who knows what he made her do?
