Page 22 of My Demon Charming

I don’t know how long it goes on. I don’t know how long we stay frozen in place while Kevin feeds on Lucian, but when he pulls away, he’s covered in demon blood and looks absolutely deranged.

“Thank you, Yu-jin. What a gift this is. And I didn’t get you anything.” It sounds almost like a hiss, and it makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.

Kevin bends and lifts Michelle’s lifeless body with little to no effort and steps away from us. He disappears down the hall, and I hear the distinct creak of the basement door and a series of thuds. He returns without Michelle, hands in his pockets.

He holds out his palm. There’s an opaque white crystal on it, and my insides turn. A spell.

What is he going to do next? What’s going through his perverted brain now?

“Entrapment,” he says.

The crystal in his hand, made through alchemy and magic, holds one spell. It bursts into white dust, fluttering in the air around us like a rain of light and settling on us like dust. The floor around us shines in a white circle. Kevin laughs.

“Get out of that.” It’s almost like a challenge or an invitation.

He turns his back and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with Lucian.

Alone inside a magical protection spell that will hold us here for as long as Kevin sees fit. As long as Kevin wants to quench his desire for power and control.

What have I gotten us into?

CHAPTER SEVEN

"I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU."

Light flashes before my eyes a moment before it dies.

It happens again.

It comes from within Lucian but also not.

When it lights up again, the ice around him cracks. It’s not light. It’s fire.

It takes a few more tries before he’s free, and as soon as he is, he collapses on his back, giving me a full view of his gushing wound. Stabbed right in the center of his chest. How is he still alive?

He lifts a hand and fire encompasses my body. It’s not long until I’m free to, but Lucian can barely open his eyes.

I crouch in front of him. I run my hand over his face. His skin is cold, but there’s sweat beading his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Lucian. I’m so sorry! This is all my fault.”

He opens his mouth. I shut mine and wait. Nothing comes out.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I lift the top half of his body and sit under him so I can support him, hug him, hold on to him as he takes his last few breaths.

“Don’t…stop…” he croaks.

My eyes sting. I blink away the tears, but they still roll down.

“I did this. It’s my fault. I did this.”

I stare at his wound and rock back and forth, unable to fill my lungs fully. More tears sting the backs of my eyes, and I can’t control them.

I should have never done this. I should have never summoned him. I only wanted to free myself, not trap someone else in this perverted family.

“Not…your fault.” His voice is louder this time, not just a whisper.

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