Page 12 of The Fury Queen's Harem

Though scaled, I wore a beautiful human face. When I attacked, it instantly transformed to a monster’s façade with vast mouth, hard jaws, and jagged lethal fangs.

Two of my forms swatted away the weapons in the soldier’s hands and our mighty claws grabbed two demons before any of them could react and fire.

We shot toward the Vampire Tower like three red flashes with victorious, vicious shrieks. We wanted our enemies to realize exactly where we were heading.

A blast of bullets and beams whooshed by us, missing their targets.

Over my shoulder, I spotted Elvey sprinting down the ramp of the ship, the giant demon leader on his heel.

“Cease fire!” The wind sent the warlock’s shout, even as it grew faint in the distance.

We shrieked in laughter.

An urban wasteland, half in ruin, blurred beneath us as we dove and twirled through columns of smoke in the mid-city.

Goons poured out of theFalling Star, weapons trained on me, and watched where I headed, just as I’d planned.

The black Vampire Tower loomed ahead.

I was misleading my enemies. It was best if they thought the tower was my lair.

The Vampire Tower didn’t just look formidable; it was a supernatural prison to non-vampires. Once anyone stepped in, they never got out. Except me, of course.

The Wickedest Witch and her Archangel were probably the only ones who had ever fled the tower, though the credit should go to her former guard Kaara Nightshades, the Wolf Queen. Kaara had bled every drop of her blood to purchase freedom for all of them.

Anyway, now that my enemies knew where I was going, they were welcome to chase me into the forever prison.

One of me, who held a demon’s midriff between her teeth, touched down before the gate of the tower and eyed the red-eyed vampire guards warily as they snarled at her.

They were smart enough to keep a wide berth and not initiate an attack. But there was no need for that—Vampire Lord Desdemona and I had no feud with each other.

The double-door to the tower flung open, but before any house vampires charged out, my Fury pulled the demon out of her mouth with her claws and tossed him into the foyer through the door. The demon crashed into a vampire, and they both flew further inside hall.

“Your snack, courtesy of the gracious Furies,” my Fury said.

The demon soldier jumped up, posing in a battle stance. The vampire, who had been entangled with him, also shot up and lunged at the demon with blade-like claws.

The demon rammed his horns into the vampire’s chest, and then dozens more vampires appeared, swarming around their newest food.

My Fury didn’t linger to watch the end of the fight. She leaped up and joined the rest of us as I smashed into the window to Vampire Princess Jasmine’s old suite, dragging my captive with me.

I dropped the demon at my feet.

The shattered glass returned to its place, and the window became whole again.

The green-faced demon widened his black eyes, his horn darkening in fear, bouncing against the white marble floor.

While my other Furies remained hard-jawed, my face morphed back to the human one.

I grabbed the demon with my claws and yanked him closer, my scaled lips pressing to his black, rough, hard mouth, in order to root out the true love.

Repulsion crawled up my skin. Demons really weren’t my type.

I was glad to have this guarantee that there was no way my mate could ever be among the demon species.

He cringed in disgust. Evidently, I wasn’t his type either.

Just before he could thrust his horn into me with the nasty purpose of maiming me, I jumped back swiftly. Then my two other Furies lunged and pinned him down.

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