Page 35 of Demon Sworn
“I’ll be back, Cherry,” he assures me, gently prying my hand off his arm as he grins manically. “I’m just gonna have a little chat with him.”
“Akor…”
“Be right back!” he calls over his shoulder as he casually strolls down the hallway, singing “WAP”by Cardi B beneath his breath.
I shake my head at his crazy antics. Honestly, the guys chose to leave him behind because they thought his methods were too extreme for what they needed.
They should’ve known that there’s nothing more extreme than Akor believing another male is encroaching on his territory. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lifted his leg and peed on me like a fucking dog.
Ew gross visual. Also, I need to make a mental note never to mention it because while Akor might not pee directly on me, I can definitely picture him whipping it out and spraying a ring around me.
Rolling my eyes, I twist towards my locker and finish grabbing the remainder of my books. Class has already begun, but I don’t even care that I’m going to be late. To be completely honest, this entire thing feels like a sham. Why should I go to school, sit through class, listen to a teacher drone on and on about mundane, nonsensical stuff when I’m being hunted? When my demons and baby brother are being hunted? When my parents are dead?
I always wonder in those teenage drama TV shows why the female protagonist will go back to school after her bestie was just murdered brutally. Like, helloooo. Move across state, you dumb bitch. Tell the cops or your parents orsomeone. Don’t be TSTL. But yet she goes to school anyway, all the while knowing she’s being hunted and stalked.
That’s me.
I’m that too stupid to live girl.
Which is why I’m not even surprised when William materializes behind me. I didn’t even see him walk over, but suddenly, his breath is on my neck as his hands wrap around my waist.
How do I know it’s William?
Because he’s the only man I know who wears such a pungent smelling body cologne. Did I really once think that smell was sexy? Did I really used to write poems about it? Fuck, I actually remember one poem I wrote my freshman year.
He smells like dusky nights and teardrops. Of lost dreams and promises of better futures. I want to wrap myself in his smell. Suffocate myself.
For one, what do lost dreams even smell like? And two, why did I picture myself on the ground with his hands wrapped around my throat, a blissful smile on my face as he chokes the life out of me and I breathe in his fragrance?
Younger me was a little fucked up.
And that’s saying something, considering that today me is dating five demons from Hell and is apparently friends with the devil herself.
“William,” I greet curtly, wondering where Akor is. I have a feeling that if he arrives right now, it’s going to be a fucking blood bath.
“Hey, baby.” He leans forward to nuzzle my neck before planting a kiss just beneath my earlobe, the same one Akor nibbled on only a few minutes earlier.
I freeze. Go absolutely fucking still.
Whatis he doing?!
“I missed you.” He begins to trail kisses up my neck, and I spin around in his arms, pushing on his chest to get him to back the hell up.
“Woah. What are you doing, William?” I blink owlishly at him as he smirks, a smile I’ve seen a thousand times before…but never directed at me. It’s the smile he wears when he’s flirting with girls like Janie, popular and beautiful. I used to dream about being the recipient of such a blinding smile, but now? Now I just feel a healthy dose of confusion intermixed with horror.
This man is freaking delusional!
“I just wanted to see my girl.” He places his hands on my waist again and leans in—
Panicking, I bring my hands to his chest once more, distantly aware that the skin of my palms is glowing with bright pink sparks. The second my palms touch him, he falls back on his ass with a pained groan, rubbing at the spot my hands just were.
“What the fuck?” he murmurs dizzily, staring down at his chest. “Did you just shock me?”
“Errr…” I scramble to come up with a reasonable explanation as I stare down at my hands, grateful they’re no longer sparking like I’m some sort of X-men mutant.What the fucking hell was that?!?“S-Static electricity. I was walking barefoot on carpeting in my socks only a few minutes ago,” I stammer, because I’m just that smooth. Never mind the fact that we’re at school and I’m wearing Mary Janes. Or that the halls have white linoleum floors.
Hindsight and all, am I right?
Before William can get back on his feet, I grab the remainder of my books, shove them in my backpack, and then hightail out of there like my ass is on fire.
