Page 30 of Boyfriend From Hell
“Uh, we dated for years and then he dumped me. I have a right to think about it. It’s not my problem that you can read my mind. It’s completely reasonable for me to think about him sometimes. Or even wonder and —”
“If you say, miss him…” he warned.
“What does it matterto you if I do or not? It’s not like we actually know each other or havesomethingbetween us. We literally just met yesterday!” I raised my voice, gesturing between us as I glared at him.
I folded my arms across my chest.
To think—I actually thought he might beabovethe whole “jealous, unhinged man” thing.
His eyes flared in response.
“Insane? I dragged you to Hell, told you I’m adeviland you genuinely thought I was anything but? I’m a literal devil. The first son of the King of Hell, himself. Don’t think for one second I am anythingbutinsane. And, now that you’ve agreed to be mine, I will not stand for having my mate think of another man—history or not.”
I stared at him, baffled, and barked out a laugh that only seemed to make the flame in his eyes burn hotter.
“Mate? I don’t even know you! Just because I agreed to go out with you in a moment of—I don’t know,survival—doesn’t mean we’re mates, you fucking psycho. I don’t care whose son you are—you don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t think about.”
He stormed toward me, but I held my ground, defiant even from my chair. He jabbed a finger into my chest and the spot where he touched me burned.
“Wearemates. You’re mine and I am yours. You made the wish, and I am fulfilling that deal. That mark you now wear on your chest signifies not only the deal, but our bond, don't be such a soft-brained human.” He placed his hands on either side of the chair, pushing his weightforward on the arm rests.
“Fuck the mark, fuck your deal, and fuckyou,”I yelled, secretly loving how easy it was to tip him over the edge.
I’d never been one to be confrontational, but something about seeing him so riled up and jealous sparked something in me.
“For as long as your fragile little human heart beats, Deer, you’re mine. And the moment that wad of meat stutters and stops in that sultry chest of yours, I’m reclaiming you—remaking you into a demoness to be with me for all eternity.”
My head fell back in laughter. Why is it always the hot ones that are insane?
“You crazy son of a bitch.”
At least Felix wasn’t insane—just an asshole. Raios gripped the arms of the chair so hard the wood splintered between his fingers.
“Enough!” he yelled, causing me to jump. “Enough with all the thoughts, and worries for that sorry excuse of a soul.” His eyes flared.
I sat, mouth agape, unsure what to do or say. I looked down where the wooden arms of the chair had been—instead, splinters of wood lay in their place. He staggered away from me.
Thinking of Felix really set him off.
“Enough!” he roared, kicking the chair he just rose from. “Enough with that man! Camroth, Maldoth!”
Shadows began to pool at his feet as he angrily stalked around the table. I watched as he raised a hand, a small orb of smoke growing from the center of his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he discarded the ball onto the floor. I watched as the smoky orb split into two, growing rapidly in size, reshaping itself, stretching until two oblong shadows the size of men stood before him.
“Mirror!” he yelled at the shadows, as color bled into the darkness.
Cam and Mal emerged from the shifting shadows, both dressed in their sharp crimson suits, carrying a large, circular mirror framed in gleaming gold. Raios didn’t turn to look atme as he thrust a finger in my direction. Cam and Mal nodded in silent understanding and began stalking toward me, still carrying the mirror.
“What? Are you going to do somemirror, mirror on the wallnonsense now?” I said, watching his shoulder tense at my words. I smirked.
“You torturous little thing. Quiet yourself and watch.”
Raios’ back was still to me as the twins stood beside me in place of Raios’ chair. At first, I thought this was just a sick joke to show me how haggard I looked. My reflection showed my fair, lifeless skin and finger combed red hair. My bloodstained lips looked off-putting in comparison to the pale pallor of my skin––I’d have to confront Raios about that at some point. Hell, it turned out, had terrible lighting.
“Yea, I look like shit. Got it.” I quipped.
The mirror began to shimmer, warping my reflection. Images began to form, first as gray undefined shadows until they morphed into… a view of a room?
At first, the image didn’t make sense—but then, I caught the familiar half-naked body of Felix stepping from a doorway, rubbing a towel against his hair.
