Page 56 of Touched By Darkness

“You don’t remember?” He releases my hair and sets to work untying the rope.

When I’m free, I scoot up in bed. “No, I don’t remember.”

Everything is a haze. The last thing I can recall is when Amenadiel shut the human inside my room and locked the door. I liked his crying and pleading. The fear in his eyes and the blood from a cut above his eyebrow…

“Why am I sore between my legs? Did we…?”

“Probably from fucking the human you slaughtered so brutally, or it could be because I fingered you afterward.”

My eyes bug out. “What?”

Daemon is completely unapologetic, as always.

Walking over to his chest of drawers, he takes out a towel and tosses it at me. “The shower is through there.”

I follow where he’s pointing, even though I already know where the bathroom is.

“Don’t you want to wash the human’s blood off you?”

My eyes fall down my body. Blood coats my arms, chest, and stomach. It’s beneath my fingernails and in my hair. It’s everywhere.

I swallow thickly, then slide out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. The moment the door shuts, I lean against it and try to calm the anxiety clouding my senses. I’m at Daemon’s place. And in Daemon’s bedroom. I have no fucking clue how I got here, but it’s good news.

I push off the door, place the towel on the towel rail, and switch on the shower. It’s too hot at first, so I wait for it to cool down before stepping beneath the spray of water.

The moment it hits my skin, I let the tears fall while the water at my feet turns pink. It scares me to think about what I did to that poor human, and it scares me even more that I don’t remember.

But I feel strangely charged up, and power thrums beneath my skin like a current of electricity. Is this what Daemon feels after a feed? Why didn’t I experience this before when I was here as a true angel with white wings?

As I step out of the shower, I nearly jump out of my skin when I spot Daemon leaning against the opposite wall. “Jesus Christ, do you always lurk around?”

“With others? No. With you? Yes.”

I watch him walk out of the bathroom, confused about his comment, as I reach for the towel. Drying my hair quickly, I wrap the towel around my body before joining him in the bedroom.

He sits on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his thighs and his phone in his hands. Without looking up, he says, “I placed some clothes at the foot of the bed for you to wear.”

My lips spread into a smile at the sight of Dariana’s tulle dress. This reminds me of the first time I came here.

Letting the towel drop to the floor, I slip the dress on and adjust the straps. It reaches mid-thigh and shows more cleavage than is appropriate, but I like how Daemon’s eyes darken when he looks up. The hunger that swims in his gaze is all too familiar.

He stands up, curls his fingers around my arm, and leads me out of the room like a condemned prisoner. I can barely keep up with his big steps.

“Where are you taking me?”

“It’s time to answer some questions.”

“What questions?”

We walk down the carpeted hallway and then down the stairs before he leads me into the living room, where the others sit spread out on the couches.

As I enter the room, Dariana looks up and sneers.

Alaric shoots her a hard look. “Friends, remember?”

Her sweet smile could entice puppies to step into a meat grinder. “I’m sorry.” Then she looks at me and treats me to the same disingenuous smile. “Welcome to the party, sleeping beauty.”

If she had offered me that smile when I first met her, I would have been intimidated.

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