Page 8 of Hellish Witch

I looked down at the body slumped at my feet, half-stuffed into some wild animal’s den. Blinking hard didn’t suddenly make it disappear.

Killian threw his head back and laughed, a deep sound I heard so rarely from him. For a second, I forgot all about the body and being caught and my horrifying power. Killian had always devoured my focus. Ever since he’d joined the Hybrid Kingdom six years ago as a blood-soaked teen, only a year after Rex had taken me in too.

Reality slapped me in the face as the hellcat lounging above us did her chuckling cough noise and slunk away, disappearing higher into the tree.

I scowled at the incubus, ignoring the mocking furball. “I know things are a slower pace since you’ve started finding grey hairs, Kill, but I’m kinda in a hurry. So if you’re not going to lock me up, then get out of my way.”

“Grey hairs, huh?” He mused, running a clawed hand through his wavy dark locks. “Do my white feathers bother you too?”

He was only a few years older than me, in his mid-twenties, with not a single grey in sight, but since he kept calling me kid, I’d keep calling him old.

I poked my tongue out at him like a mature adult.

His mirth simmered to an alluring chuckle, and he reached past me to lift the dead demon by his trouser leg like he weighed nothing. I barely resisted the urge to lean into him and inhale his smoky caramel scent like the creep I was.

The enforcer ran a critical eye over the demon’s muddy face and followed the trail of destruction I’d left down my victim’s body.

“Damn, kid.” He whistled low. “You did this?”

I bit my lip, dropping his questioning gaze. How could I tell him, of all people, what I’d done?

That bloodthirsty sensation taking over… It hadn’t been the first time. My breathing shallowed. It probably wouldn’t be the last either.

“So vicious,” he purred, breaking my guilty silence. His eyes twinkled with amusement and something I couldn’t quite name. He shrugged his enormous wings, the snowy arches rising and falling gracefully. “Doesn’t matter, I suppose.”

I wet my lower lip, trying to stuff down the panic. “Because you’re taking the evidence straight to Rex and the other enforcers?”

I didn’t think they’d punish me harshly given the male had been trying to torture an animal, but I’d stillkilledsomeone. Questions would be asked.

Like how I’d managed to inflict hundreds of strange wounds on a fully grown pureblood male.

Killian quirked a brow in silent question, the same charcoal shade as his artfully messy hair.

I threw my hands up, whisper-shouting at the frustrating incubus, “Has my brother fired you or something? You’re. An. Enforcer.”

Silver lit his eyes like the flash of a blade. “And yet I’d break every rule for you.”

This was why I had trouble pining after the seductive incubus. One second he was calling me “kid,” reminding me just how he saw me, and the next he was borderline flirting.

It was infuriating.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked.

“I don’t need a reason. If I find you with a body, I’ll bury it for you.”

My eyes shuttered. “So you’re not going to force me to tell you what happened?WhyI killed him?”

“I don’t need to.” Mischief curved his lips into a smirk. “Especially because I know a lie would spill from your pretty,pouty lips. So let’s just hide the body. If it makes you feel better, you can owe me one.”

I felt like a naive summoner making a deal with a hungry demon, but I was a fully grown demon-witch with blood under her claws. I lifted a hand, inspecting said glossy tips as if I hadn’t a care in the world.

“Deal.”

Chapter 3

The party raged around me.

A sensual beat swallowed my focus, the music pounding through the crowded living room loud enough to reverberate through my throat, up into my skull. I swore I could feel it right to the tips of my stubby horns, despite the number of demons between me and the band on their raised platform in the corner.

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