Page 47 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“Goodbye, Demi.”
I scowl and glance over my shoulder, taking in the posh room. I still don’t know where the camera is. “Just like that?”
The speaker crackles. “Just like that.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I kick open the door and carefully step into the dark hall, holding the knife up at the ready.
I’m almost to the elevator when a thought hits me.
He knows what I am.
I don’t know what I am.
He knows that I know I don’t know, and he knows that I know he knows.
Bastard.
I chew on my lip and scrunch my face.
Am I really considering staying? After being granted my freedom?
Will I be able to live the rest of my life not knowing what I am? Without knowing what made the vampire mob boss look at me with outright horror written across his face?
Pivoting on my heel, I storm back to the bedroom. “If I stay, this whole chaining Demi up bullshit is done.”
The white noise of the speaker fills the room when I walk in, and his taunting laughter fills the air.
“Welcome to Blood Mafia, Demi.”
The speaker clicks off.
A door opens down the hall and a few vampires shout and shove one another on their way to the elevator. I quietly shut my door, leaning my head against the wood.
Now I’m voluntarily locking myself inside this room. This is royally fucked up. I know I’m acting insane. I should run fast and far away from this place. I can’t though, not with the little nugget of information being dangled before me.
Am I a fae? Something amazing like a nymph? No, that doesn’t make sense, I hate bodies of water, especially when I can’t see the bottom.
Maybe I’m an elemental? I like trees. . . I’m not a hippie, but I’m all for the green movement. I shake my head.
No, Demi, you’re not an earth elemental just because you like trees.
Fire is beautiful, but I’m not a pyro.
Air? No.
Fuck. I have no idea. Which is exactly why I stayed. How else will I figure out what I am?
Maybe I’m not anything and they’re tricking me, using my curiosity against me. Well it freaking worked, they deserve a Golden Globe for that act.
I’m so stupid.
Naive. Kevin used to call me that. A naive human who didn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. I usually ended up snapping at him for those comments because no one, not even a supe, gets to talk to me like that.
I turn, slide my back down the door, and drop my head onto my knees. “I should have left him a long time ago.”
“Left who?” A feminine voice asks through the wood. Nails tap on the door when I don’t answer. “Who did you leave?”
I sigh. “My cheating ex-boyfriend.”
