Page 85 of Demonic Cage
I swear to myself to freeze that smug smile on his dead face someday.
My mouth dries up as if craving for some drug. That’s how I longed for my medication.
“And what if I don’t ask for it?”
“Then you’ll heal later.”
I bite my lip, not breaking eye contact. I can’t waste any more time – I’ve slept for two days already. I need to find what Lavian sent me back for.
“Let’s get it over with.”
The Demon King smiles, takes out a knife from his belt, and cuts his wrist. His blood is almost black. He extends his muscular arm towards me, and my eyes widen.
“Hell, no! Give me the glass!”
“Just drink from here.”
“That’s disgusting! Give me the glass, or I’ll lie here for months!”
The Kraldem flashes his reptilian grin at me, and I realize I’ve said something wrong again. He goes to the table, pours some into a brown clay cup, then brings it to me. I take it in my hands. I can’t believe I’m going to drink blood. I cover my nose and take a sip.
As the liquid touches my throat, I feel dizzy, as if I’m drinking alcohol and getting pleasantly buzzed. Warmth spreads through my body, my control slipping away slowly. I gulp down the contents of the cup. More. I want much more.
I look at the Kraldem; he’s already cutting open his muscular forearm. I move closer to him and press his wrist to my lips. His skin is cold, and he uses his other hand to brush my bloody hair from my eyes.
I grab onto his clothes and pull him violently towards me. Sitting in his lap, I moan as I move my hips against his. I enjoy the blood coursing down my throat. I gulp greedily, disregarding everything else. Darya’s fingers dance on my thigh and I moan again as they dig into me. I pull my mouth off his white arm and press my bloody lips to his.
So cold, so soft, so fucking delicious.
I open my mouth to him, and he responds eagerly.
Darya pulls me closer to him, pressing against my hips, causing me to groan as my hair falls over his face. My hair is too short… short because…
I tear myself away from his embrace.
“Get out!” I scream at him, falling back onto the bed. “Just get out!”
Every tiny line on Darya’s face twists to form a mocking smile. He walks away from me, placing the glass on the table and pulling down his long-sleeved shirt. The wound has already healed. He looks at me like a conspirator as he comes closer again.
“I didn’t expect you to drink that much, but with this, you’ll be able to stand by this afternoon. That’s when we’ll start.”
I feel used. Clearly, I shouldn’t drink any more of his blood, yet I can already feel the healing. And the longing.
“I hate you,” I whisper.
Darya shrugs.
“That’s good. I like intense emotions.”
I need to get out of this. I need to focus on the mission. I’m about to respond but Darya beats me to it.
“I have to leave now.”
“Wait!” I say, and he raises an eyebrow. “Can I visit the mirror room?” I ask, trying to feign indifference.
“Why would you go there?”
I grit my teeth, trying to come up with the most honest lie.
