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Toward him.

Vameer stands from the crouch he landed in. Where he dropped from the sky.

He takes one earth-trembling step toward the man, and I can see the fury swirling in his eyes. “I am your demon.”

The man staggers back a step and lifts his…

My stomach rolls.

The man’s hands are gone.

Missing.

Where they should be is nothing but torn flesh, exposed bones, and blood.

Vameer pulls his lips back, his fangs on display, as he holds his hands up.

Two bloody, unattached hands lift into the air between him and the man.

“You touched what’s mine.” His voice is so deep. So gritty with rage. He sounds just like the demon he claims to be.

“I-I—” The man tries to speak.

“Never again.” Vameer clenches his hands into fists.

Like they’re in his grip, and not hovering in the air, the dismembered hands crush in on themselves.

I slap my palm over my mouth as I try not to gag at the crunching sound.

Vameer drops his fists, and the mashed-up hands fall to the sidewalk.

The man lets out a whimper and takes another stumbling step back.

He’s trying to get away. But instead of moving down the street, he moved into the narrow space between houses.

Trapping himself.

I lower my hand from my mouth.

He was going to hurt me.

He did hurt me.

Just because of how I look.

How many others?

Who else has he hurt?

What else would he do?

I straighten my shoulders.

I hope Vameer kills him.

Chapter 53

Vameer