Page 26 of Touched By Darkness

“Be that so…” He steps closer—so close that I can feel his burning heat at my back. “But you still held his interest somehow. White wings get old real fast. What did you do to keep him interested?”

“I was a virgin.”

“I see the appeal—an innocent angel ripe for the picking. I bet he had fun corrupting you, but that still doesn’t warrant his continued interest. So I’ll ask again.” His lips brush my ear as he shifts even closer. “What did you do?”

Shivers run down my spine, like a thousand tiny little spiders spreading out. “I fought him every step of the way.”

I feel him smile before he whispers, “So fight him.”

ChapterSeven

AURELIA

“Amenadiel!” I shout, barging through the house like a woman on a mission.

Scrap that. Iama woman on a mission. It’s been three days since Daemon dismissed me like dirt beneath his shoe.

Three days of watching him parade girls in the hallways and emerge out of janitor’s closets with his hair in disarray and lipstick marks on his neck.

I was blessed the first time around when I met Daemon. I never had to witness this side of him. The others told me stories of what Daemon was like before I stepped on the scene, but it’s painful to witness it myself. I want to shake him. Scream at him.

Anything to get him to see me. And only me. Not all the other girls throwing themselves at him.

I guess it’s a relief to know no one else sticks. Daemon fucks them once and then ignores them. He doesn’t chase them and torment them like he did me.

The only girl who can rightfully stake a claim on him in these hallways is Dariana. It’s evident they’re friends, and I already know they fuck from my first stint on this playground.

I call it a playground because, otherwise, it would truly be hell.

I never thought I would find myself pining and longing for someone—make that plural—who doesn’t even remember me and what we had.

Even Ronan is oblivious. He sat behind me today in class, completely unaware.

It hurt. More than I should have allowed it to.

“Amenadiel,” I roar, surprised the windows don’t rattle as I walk past.

“What is the ruckus about?” he asks, emerging from his office a couple of doors down.

I make a beeline for him, and he steps back inside, then gestures for me to take a seat.

“What can I help you with today, Angel?”

I plop down, then place my hands flat on his desk. “I’ll get right to it. I’m a fallen angel now. I want to learn how to manipulate fire, and you’re gonna teach me.” Leaning forward, I let my biggest, most nefarious smile emerge. “I don’t just want to learn to manipulate fire. I want to be able to throw fireballs at Daemon’s ass from afar.”

Amenadiel chokes on his spit. “You want me to teach you how to throw fireballs at the heir to the throne?”

“Well, something to that effect. Fireballs, fire blasts, fire bolts, whatever.”

“Forgive me for feeling a bit confused. I thought you didn’t want me to hurt Daemon.”

Resting back against the chair, I wave my hand dismissively in the air. “I don’t, but I’m fed up with being ignored.” I lean forward again and bite out, “I am not a girl you ignore.”

“I gather that.”

“I don’t care for your sarcasm, Amenadiel. Teach me how to manipulate magic so I can singe his ass.”

Amenadiel starts to chuckle, then lifts his hand and throws a fireball at me.

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