Page 5 of Bound
I inhale another long drag. The first edge of lethargy fills my senses, slowing my speed. My reactions. My power.
The thick beat of the music echoes in my body, taking me farther from myself. From who I am. Closing my eyes, I bob my head to the driving pulse of synthesized sex, drugs, and death.
After another smoky pull, I pinch the glowing red tip of the joint, but no longer feel the small burn as it sizzles out between my fingers.
Setting the partial next to the case, I walk to the thick foam mats in jeans and my boots. Ruin and Tanner shift across from me, standing shoulder to shoulder.
T flexes his hands and dark claws sprout from his fingertips. His mouth is already full of sharp teeth. Ruin’s eyes glow like twin suns, and I know his fangs have dropped as well.
I set my feet and open the door between myself and the magick I always have to keep in check. The one that left the scars all over myself and my team. The rush from letting that leash go leaves me panting, chest rising and falling as I shiver.
Emerald flames roll down my bare arms, wrapping over the black clan marks of my kin. Every damn hot tendril is like a caress over my flesh. Playful. Deadly.
My eyes raise and both men crouch.
I leap and they meet me in the air, claws and fangs flashing, as the fire over me rises higher.
