Page 37 of Lourdes & the Mafia
Don’t kill.
Like, what the fuck?
Kane wascoveredin blood.
It’s gross.
With a frustrated groan, I finally make my way to the door I slammed earlier. It doesn’t creak as I open it, and for that I’m grateful. These assholes can teleport, and I don’t need them knowing what I’m doing or have them come running. Or flying. Or whatever the fuck they do.
They’ve given me space for my anger, and I’m grateful because I’m going to take it and utilize it to get the fuck out of here.
I step out into the hallway, keeping my back plastered against the wall. I’d hate to have another repeat of shadowy demon bitches surprising me again, so I need to watch my every surrounding.
A feat that I fuck up when I take one single step and a voice surprises me into shrieking.
“Where are you going?”
I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the crazed screech that comes out of me. My eyes go up to where the voice came from, and I almost faint dead in the stupid hallway.
Joder.
I squint up at the darkened ceiling and bite my lip hard enough to taste blood. I squeeze my eyes closed, count to three, and pray when I open them that I was just hallucinating.
One.
Two.
Three.
Nope.
Noooooope.
That very much is a human sized bat hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Big nope, my guy.
Creepy is not a good look on anyone. Even demons.
The creature stares down at me, wrapped up in leathery black and red wings. Yellow eyes with zero pupils and abnormally large on such a small face. It blinks. That action makes me want to scream all over again.
Long black hair drapes down in tresses like a spider web. I fight the urge to swat it away from me and instead raise my hands up in a gesture of surrender.
“Nice little batty…” I coo. “Nice demon batty… nothing to see here…”
The bat thing unfurls its wings and—holy fucking cacas—that wingspan is huge. It gives a leap and drops to the floor in front of me on a crouch. I flinch back as it stands.
That midnight black hair flows down slender shoulders, over gray flesh and small breasts. The creature—female—stares at me, her mouth twisting into a smile.
“Are you escaping?” she asks. Her wings spread out at the question. They’re membranous, and I can see red veins through them, though I’m trying not to stare and appear rude.
“Um…”
“Do you know your way around?”
Is she really trying to have a casual conversation with me right now? Like she isn’t a whole ass demon with wings?
“There’s a portal in Rami’s room,” the demon continues, like she doesn’t find it necessary I speak at all. “It leads to the human realm. No one goes in his room because everyone’s afraid of him. But I know it’s there. I can take you.”
