I watched them carefully, weighing my options. “I just had an interesting conversation with the warden about you guys.” I said calmly.
They laughed. “Yeah? And what did that bitch say.”
“She wants us to get along. You and me.”
“You canget alongmy dick.” Rod smirked, touching my shoulder.
They were getting too close. I had to fight my panic reflex.
I forced a smile. “Yeah? You want that?” I asked him carefully.
His look faltered for a moment. “Go on then. Show us your tits.”
I tugged on the edge of my jumper, watching each of them in turn.
Ollie followed my fingers hungrily. “You are a hungry little bitch huh.” He moved in closer, running his hand down my hip. “I’d do ya.”
“Would you.”
“Then you can do me.” Vic leered. Rod just licked his lip like that excited him.
“Come on then,” I said, drawing him closer.
As soon as he got in range I kicked Ollie as hard as I could in the balls and Iran.
I charged through the woods like I was on fire, completely off path. I shot through the gaps in the trees, hoping I was going the right direction.
I heard them yelling at me as I charged over roots and burrows. Trees whipped my face, bushes scraped my clothes, snagging on the fabric.
But I kept going.
Someone landed on my back, throwing me down to the ground. I was yanked on to my back and punched hard in the face.
Victor Lightwood, the son of one of my mother’s friends straddled me and punched me hard in the jaw. I screamed out, trying to push him away.
Under my skin, something split open.
A gaping maw.
A hunger.
The thing I never let myself think about—
the thing I pretended wasn’t real.
But it was real.
And it wanted power.
I could release it.
I could let go.
I could empty Vic in seconds. I knew that.
And Iwould, if I didn’t stop myself.
His aura flickered—a murky, sick blue.
