Page 91 of Demons and Debts
She's standing there, her eyes locked on me, shifting nervously from foot to foot.‘What the fuck do you want?’ I snarl at her.
She swallows visibly but doesn’t run. ‘I just wanted to work out.’
I scoff at her. ‘You shouldn't play games, Little Girl.’
She mutters something to herself that I don’t catch before she goes over to the bike and gets on. She starts to pedal hard, ignoring me as I turn away and start hitting the bag that hangs from the beam in the center of the room.
I try not to notice that she's there, but I keep seeing her in the mirror. She's going for the bike hard, pedaling as fast as she can. I see her increasing the tension making it harder for herself until she can hardly pedal, but still she keeps trying.
I turn around and growl at her. ‘What the fuck are you even doing?’
‘What the fuck do you care?’ she retorts, almost unable to speak because she’s so out of breath.
I abandon the bag and stalk towards her. She stops pedaling, eyeing me.
‘What?’ she pants, clearly furious for some reason. Then she closes her eyes and sets her jaw. ‘Never fucking mind.’
She dismounts and walks past me, smacking into me with her shoulder hard enough to push me back a step. I wouldn’t take that from one of my own brothers let alone a human.
I grab her forearm and pull her back, staring into her eyes, just like she's staring into mine. ‘What did you come down here for?’ I growl at her.
‘I told you,’ she snarls back. ‘I just wanted to work out. I can't sleep.’ She says the last in a pleading tone, but then her pupils dilate.
‘And I told you to stop fucking playing.’
I want to throw her away from me but I don’t.
‘I’m not playing!’ She struggles in my grasp. ‘You know what? Fuck all of you and your awful magick. Fuck Vic’s nasty little game. Fuck Paris’ bribes. Fuck Theo’s cameras. Fuck Korban’s staring at me like he wants me dead and fuck you for … being so mean all the time!’
There are tears in her eyes and my arms fall away.
‘I went to your room earlier, but you weren’t there,’ she confesses.
‘Why did you go to my room?’ I growl.
I know why, but I want to hear her say it. I need to hear her say it.
But then her nostrils flare and she lets out a tiny whimper as she turns away.
‘Because I wanted— What the fuck is wrong with me?’ She whispers to herself.
I was going to let her leave, but her words … the scent of her that pervades my nose, sweet and seductive. For some inexplicable reason, she’s chosen me.
Something in me snaps.
I grab her as she leaves, pulling her back inside, throwing the door closed and thrusting her hard against it. I thread my fingers into her hair and use my new grip on her to keep her where I want her as I push my body against her back, sandwiching her between me and the hard wood.
‘You're not going anywhere,’ a voice says, and I barely recognize it as my own.
The madness is finally taking over and there's nothing I can do. I’m trying to make myself let her go and shout at her to run, but as I turn her around and throw her against the wall, taking her throat in a firm grip – as my hands begin to rip at her clothes – I know it's too fucking late. I can only look on and hope that I don't kill her.
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Jane
He ripsmy shirt down the middle with one swift move and I see his hands aren’t hands anymore. They’re claws.
Big.
