Page 21 of Capturing Sin

I lifted the remote, ignoring the heaviness in my limb. “Don’t make me do it.”

He growled, vibrating my forearm with a spike of agony.

But didn’t stop.

This was the exact scenario I’d feared. I’d let a demon sink his fangs into me, and now I’d pay for my stupidity.

Images of my father’s murder flashed before my eyes.

Of the demon yanking his head aside and ravaging his neck like a beast, spraying blood and bits of flesh to splatter me. The bloodlust and sick hunger in the demon’s glowing eyes.

The light leaving my father’s.

I pressed the button.

The demon choked, collapsing to the floor as he clawed at the device, crushing the life out of him with a metallic whine.

I jabbed the off button, horror filling me at the sight of such a familiar-looking demon writhing on the ground.

Warmth trickled down my arm, and I inspected the ragged punctures left by the demon, ignoring the way my stomach roiled at the sensation of fresh blood on my skin. The flow eased to a faint ooze as my body’s natural coagulation response kicked into overdrive without the demon’s fangs injecting a substance to stop it.

I frowned at the wound. I didn’t remember it clotting so fast before either.

The demon panted on the floor, pushing himself up on arms that trembled ever so slightly. Blood ran from under the shiny collar. Within seconds, the metal had crushed his throat hard enough to split the skin.

He lifted his hard gaze to pin me in place. “You shouldn’t have done that.” His acidic tone was even lower than before, husky and deep.

The sheer audacity had my brows leaping up. “And you shouldn’t have tried to kill me.”

He smirked, the gesture filled with violent promise. “It’s not smart to offer a vein to a hungry demon, especially a venomous one.”

I sucked in a breath. “You tried to poison me?”

Panic bit me as hard as he had. No wonder it had hurt so much.

The demon chuckled. The sound carrying so much mocking it grated on my already frayed nerves.

“Aww, is the poor little huntress scared of the big, bad demon?” He looked far too confident for someone collared and half-sprawled across the floor of a prison cell. “It’s not lethal, unfortunately, but I can make it…unpleasant.”

There was zero remorse in his eerie silver eyes.

Of course I wouldn’t find any. He was a blood demon. I might have met one who seemed half-decent, but that didn’t mean the majority weren’t monsters.

I stepped back with a sneer. “Classic demon.”

He licked his lips, cleaning the last traces of my blood. Even with it gone, his lips held a faint pink tinge, adding a blush of colour to his grey-and-white appearance.

“Tasty huntress.” He flashed his fangs, looking a breath from attack.

I observed him in the ensuing silence, watching for any unusual effects from my blood. Not that I’d expect any, but I had to be sure of the baseline.

Yay for science.

“Going to keep eye-fucking me all day?” he sneered, somehow making me feel small even from his position lounging on the concrete floor.

“In your demonic dreams,” I scoffed, turning away.

To my irritation, warmth bloomed through my cheeks. What precious little blood I had left pooling somewhere utterly useless.

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