Page 2 of Hellish Fae
I toss the cap off the bottle of amber liquor. The moment the glass touches my lips, her voice slithers into my head again.
It’s three p.m., for Hell Lord’s sake,Catherine the Cunt says.
I don’t actually know if her name is Catherine.
But she is definitely a cunt.
So...
I can basically guess what judgmental thing she’ll snark into my mind with. She’s possessed me for over three years now. This morning, I’m surprised she’s stuck around this long. Alcohol usually gets her to shut up.
If I push her too much, or if she feels danger, she will come out. And Ido notwant her to come out. She’s violent and destructive. I don’t have the energy for her today. Luckily, any distraction calms her into the silence of the back of my mind. Just the basics like alcohol, a warm bath, orgasms, anything that getsmeout of my own thoughts, getsherout of my own thoughts.
Don’t you want to do something today? You haven’t stepped outside in ages. You haven’t even called on that demon friend you like so much, she chastises.
At the thought of my “demon friend” I flinch. He’s not my friend. He’s an incubus. And yeah, he’s a good time, but he’s also a spy. And I don’t need someone from my father’s realm spying on me.
Even if he does have magical orgasm-inducing fingers.
“No.” I toss back a long drink. It burns but in the best way possible.
The burn means she’ll be gone soon. And my mind will be my own again.
Oh, come on, Aries!
I hate when she says my name like that. Like my father used to. Filled with disappointment and pity.
You haven’t done anything in months.
“That’s not true.” Wow, my defense really needs some work. Alexa and I should practice comebacks later. A little “Your momma’s so . . .” How does it go again?
I’ll ask Alexa. She’s smart. She’ll know.
Oh, I forgot. You danced around to that explicit music in your underwear, cheered yourself on to do a line of shots, ate an entire frozen pizzaalone—
“Alexa had some, too. I think,” I interject.
My mind’s a mess when she’s like this. I can’t think straight. My head already hurts from my own bad decisions, and she just makes it monumentally worse.
Threw up the shots, the pizza, and what appeared to be a half a bag of poorly chewed gummy worms, and then fell asleep with your vibrator in your hand before you could even do the deed,she finishes.
My lips part with outrage.
“You had your life. Stop judging mine!”
I would stop if you’d commit to actually having a life rather than running through this horrid cycle of nothingness.
My lips purse, bottle in hand, shining mirror flinging deep gray eyes right back at me. My long silver hair is so messy, it’s just a tangle of strands hiding my pointed ears beneath. My features are familiar but . . . different. Tired. Worn. I feel so much older than my twenty-three years.
Stark black wings shadow over me, but their tips are also different now. Pure glinting silver caresses the edges of each one of my downy soft feathers. And my eyes, they shine with that silver as well. Like a magical eclipse circling the iris. I’ve been this way for years now. Ever since my snorting mistake with Catherine the Cunt.
Stop calling me that, she adds.
As if she hasn’t nagged me enough already.
I’m over it.
“Alexa. Turn up our song.” I can feel Catherine glaring into my soul. “And replay our song! I didn’t get to enjoy it the first time.” I chug the bottle, letting it slide down my throat for several seconds as the bass reverberates through my skull and into my soul until...
