Page 68 of Touched By Darkness

Why is she still in there?

“Any news on the home front?”

“There’s a new girl at school who claims she escaped Eden.”

My father stays silent for a beat, and I revel in the knowledge that I took him by surprise. Very few things catch Lucifer off guard. He has eyes everywhere.

“She escaped Eden?”

“That’s what she claims.” I wait for a beat, then add, “But that’s not all, Father. Guess who she lives with? Who supposedly helped her escape Eden?

“Who?”

“Uncle.”

The thick silence that follows is only broken by rowdy laughter down the next hallway.

“It’s a safe assumption that your uncle is up to something. We need to play him at his own game.”

I wet my lips. “What do you want me to do?”

“Neutralize the threat.”

My lips pull back into a dark smile, and I push off the locker, then stalk toward the closed door. “Already on it.”

“Seduce the girl and dig out her secrets by any means possible. I trust you with this.”

The line goes dead.

“Pleasure to talk to you too, Dad,” I quip, typing out a quick text to Ronan and Alaric, then shove the phone back into my jeans pocket.

He’s always a joy on the phone, barking orders and treating me as if I’m another one of his minions instead of the heir to his kingdom. But for once, I am more than willing to play the role of the perfect son and make my father proud.

He wants me to fuck this girl, gain her trust, and leave her broken. I can think of worse things.

I push down on the handle, open the door, and step inside.

As soon as it clicks shut behind me, I hear her soft sniffles.

The little witch is crying in a heap on the floor, looking wretched and delicious.

I don’t normally care much for crying girls and their theatrics, but I love the tears on her cheeks. I love it even more when she flies to her feet and flares her wings, as if my mere presence threatens her.

I tsk. “You shouldn’t spread your wings in a plain act of defiance in front of a male who’s more powerful than you. It triggers his instinct to possess, dominate, and conquer.”

She tracks my every move.

Smart girl.

“Unless you want him to chase you like an animal and fuck your every hole while you scream and cry.”

“Fuck you, Daemon,” she bites out, sweet talking my cock.

It stirs in my jeans, straining against the denim.

The door opens behind me, and Ronan and Alaric step through with matching smirks and hellfire in their mischievous eyes. They stalk closer, their heavy footsteps slapping against the floor as their muscles shift, bulge, and strain inside their T-shirts.

“Don’t you just love her tears?” I ask them, leaning back against a desk and lighting a cigarette. “Dariana primed her for us.”

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