Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
I’d never thought it would happen, but I was actually relieved to walk into the demon mess hall and close the door on those silent, starving vampires.
“Ahh!”
“Fuck!”
“Argh!”
All around us, the demons scattered about the room, lounging at the tables, messing on their phones, or helping themselves to food—all stopped and clutched their heads.
Wait! I know what this is—
“Holy fuck.” A fur-faced demon climbed to his feet, leaving his phone where it fell. “DeadDrop was right. We’ve got some fresh pussy in our midst.”
Revulsion twisted my stomach as he leered at me—then twisted tighter when he closed the distance between us.
“Fresh, mortal pussy,” someone corrected, swinging my head around.
I wasn’t sure who spoke, because suddenly everyone was looking at me. Everyone was righting themselves or picking themselves off the ground. And everyone was closing in on me.
“Back off,” Tristan growled. A firm hand pulled me in closer. “Take another fucking step and it’s your last.”
“Ooooh, big talk from a mutt,” a voice crowed. “But now we all finally know why you were panting and drooling after this ugly green fucker like a bitch in heat.” A nasty dolphin demon stuck out from the crowd and started thrusting his hips. “It’s because that bitch was giving you the heat!”
Everyone laughed—howling like jackals.
“Give us a little taste too. I wanna know if mortal pussy is as warm, wet, and sweet as the legends say.”
“Forget her pussy. Are mortal souls really as powerful as the legends say? I read one human sacrifice boosts your magic a thousandfold!”
They were crowding in. Tristan grabbed and shoved me behind him, but I was already there—scrabbling at the doorknob.
It wouldn’t budge.
“Why won’t this open!”
“They’ll have locked it,” Tristan gritted. “This is going to get ugly, Charlie. Stay low... and don’t look.”
“Grab her!”
“I’m fucking her first!” The thud of flesh on flesh echoed in my ears. “Back the fuck off! I’m not going after you limp-dick shits have worn her out!”
“No, I’m going first!”
Fear clamped on my throat, strangling my screams. Terror like I’d never known before leadened my legs, and trembled my arms and lips. They couldn’t actually be arguing about who got to rape and kill me first? This wasn’t happening. This can’t be happening!
Under Tristan’s elbow, I watched the fight break out.
Shoving, punching, biting, tearing, gashing—black blood splattered and flowed as they ripped each other apart to violate me first. Through the break in the bodies, just for a moment, I saw Ronin Belphe reclining in his chair with his feet up. The horned pretty boy took one look at me—
—and smirked.
As if I could read his mind, I heard clear as day, “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”
I swung around, panic searing my soul. “Let me out!”
“Back off!” Tristan roared.
“Let me out of here!” I screamed as the shadows loomed, smothering the scant light in the mess hall. “Help me! Help—”
The door flew open.
I fell forward, collapsing in Erlik’s arms.
“What the fuck’s going on in here?” Ever the asshole, he heaved me up and tossed me aside like a beachball.
Tristan caught me before I hit the floor.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you shits?” Erlik barked. “Get in your damn seats! I’ve got an announcement.”
“Fuck your announcement!” someone shouted back. “Give us the girl! I haven’t fucked anyone in weeks!”
“Your shriveled-up dick is your business, you empty-headed fuck.” Erlik batted aside the promise of rape like he batted aside me. “Now, all of you, sit the fuck down. This announcement is from the headmistress herself.”
If I wasn’t watching, I wouldn’t have believed it happened.
With a single word of the headmistress, they stopped fighting, shouting, and coming after me— No, they stopped thinking of me at all.
They ran to their seats like it was musical chairs and clamped their mouths shut—their faces carrying an emotion I’d never seen on a demon.
Fear.
“Wh-wh-what j-just happened?” Terror numbed my tongue and lips. “Wh— Why—?”
“Charlie, it’s okay,” Tristan whispered, resting my head on his chest. “I’m here.”
Two words, and the dam holding back my tears almost broke.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry, but... we have to go back in there.”
I clamped on his forearm, my nails piercing his skin.
“We can’t ignore an announcement from the headmistress.” Tristan picked me up in his arms even as screams bled through my teeth. “She— She is—” He shuddered.
Tristan Hamapa—the man who faced a hundred hungry vampires and lived to tell about it—shuddered in fear.
“She’s the most dangerous woman you’ll never meet.”
Tristan carried me over the threshold and let the door slam shut behind, but he didn’t go in any further. Instead, he pressed back against the wood—holding me tight.
“Cheers, wolf, for bringing in the topic of today’s discussion,” Erlik began. He took his place standing on the platform at the opposite end of the room. “With the news that a little mortal girl has slithered her way into the academy, the headmistress has decreed that changes must be made.