Page 9 of My Demon Charming

“Kill?” Lucian raises an eyebrow. The amusement vanishes from his face and his features darken. “Who do you want me to kill?”

“My family. I want you to paint this house red with their blood.”

CHAPTER THREE

"YOU WANT ME TO KILL HIM?"

“Your family?”

It’s hard to swallow the knot in my throat, but I find it’s necessary if I’m going to speak. If I’m going to explain.

“Because…they deserve it.”

Lucian’s gaze is so intense, overpowering, and present, and it becomes even more so when he crosses his arms and takes a deep breath.

As if I could feel any smaller.

“If you can’t do it, just say so. I’ll get someone else?—”

“I didn’t say I can’t,” he says in a calm, almost entertained manner, still studying me with his dark eyes.

I bite my lip and change the foot I’m leaning on. Why is he staring? How do I stop it? How do I get him to stop looking at me like I’m his next meal and get him to go after the people who need to die right now?

“O-okay then. Off you go.” I motion toward the door and turn my back partly to him.

I watch as he unfolds his hands and takes a step forward. I can’t peel my eyes off his foot, off the chalk and salt circle.

They’re supposed to protect me, right? They’re supposed to keep him secure if he even thinks of hurting me. Right?

His step lands him outside the summoning circle, and a cold shiver runs through my body.

Fuck my life.

There’s a demon in my room. There’s a fucking demon in my room.

My heart beats faster. So fast it threatens to give me a heart attack. And it only gets worse as Lucian closes the distance between him and me.

He stops inches away, but his breath blows warm on my neck.

“Wh-what are you waiting for?” I ask because what is he waiting for, but also to give myself something to say before I faint and probably die at his hands.

“I don’t know yet,” he says with narrowed eyes.

I look away. I can’t stand looking at him anymore. I know I should. Turning my back on him is risky, but I can’t keep looking. It makes everything worse. The palpitations, the internal temperature, the knot reforming in my throat.

I don’t know if this is my gut’s way of telling me to run. If it’s my intuition warning me that I’m in danger. Whatever it is, I don’t act on it. After all, it’s either dying under Kevin’s rule or under Lucian’s.

I’d rather it was the demon. He seems less monstrous.

“Is there…is there a reason you want me to—” he starts…and then the bell rings.

It sends a wave of terror through me. There might not be any bells in the room, but its magical ringing reverberates through my very core and, as always, immobilizes me.

“What is that?” Lucian asks.

I close my eyes before any tears can escape and head toward the hatch on the floor.

“You want to know why they need to die?” I say as I open the hatch and push the ladder down.

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