Page 105 of The Slayer Seduction

Warin has a sly grin on his face as he dusts himself off as if we’re disgusting and he needs to wipe off our germs. What a fucking prick. Maybe I don’t like this vampire either.

“I was able to relay the spell to Iris. I’m not sure if she understood as I had little time. I need to rest now,” the Slayer says it all quickly before retreating and giving me control again.

I’m shocked at the relief of him being present again, even if he’s in some sort of slumber state.

The witches reconvene, gathering and talking in hushed whispers, and I stand there with my arms crossed, feeling like the weakest link in all of this. I still have the Slayer’s strength, so it’s not like I’m some completely useless human, still, I can’t help but wish I could do more.

I don’t know the first place to look for Iris, or what to even do if I find her.

Something rubs against my leg, and I glance down to see that it’s Scarlett. Ember must have brought her and her familiar, which appears to be a fat raccoon eating Pringles in a lawn chair.

“I can sense her. She’s here, she’s awake.”

“Shouldn’t we tell the witches?”

“We need them to preserve their strength. They can’t teleport as far as you can. I know exactly where we need to go,” she says as she digs her claws into my pants leg.

I pick her up, cradling her in my arms. Her tongue swipes out, licking my forearm for a moment.

“I’ve never teleported. The Slayer always does it.”

She bites the same flesh she just nipped. “Don’t be dense, it’s unattractive. You two are one. Not only do you share the same body, but the same abilities. Just focus on where we need to go and get us there.”

“And where exactly is it we need to go?”

“Well…that’s the funny thing.”

She tells me where to go, and I can picture it like the back of my hand. The last place I’d ever want to be, somewhere I never thought I’d ever step foot in again.

I focus, using the Slayer’s abilities and teleport us to my childhood home.

“This place is absolutely fucking disgusting. Do not dare put me on the ground,” Scarlett complains as we manifest right in front of the dilapidated house.

“You’re sure she’s here?”

“She’s my mistress. I know where she is at all times. Well, unless her soul isn’t on Earth. She’s definitely here.”

This time when I approach the creaky, run-down steps, there isn’t fear, just unadulterated rage. Not only did they sacrifice me to the Slayer, but now they’ve taken the woman I love?

I pause on that thought for a moment, but I know the words are right.

I love Iris, and the moment we’re out of this I’m going to spend every moment proving it to her.

With a hefty kick, I slam open the door, but to my shock, no one is inside, and half of their shit is gone. I laugh sardonically.

They sacrificed me for good fortune and it seems like they got it, but I know no amount of money or better standing in life will be good enough for them. My family is miserable to the core, and they aren’t my family anymore. Apparently my new family is a slew of paranormal beings and I’m better off for it.

With heavy footsteps, I rush to the bedroom. When I open the door, the same old bed sits in the middle of the room, but it isn’t vacant.

Iris lies on top of it, looking like she’s fast asleep.

“Grab her and let’s go,” Scarlett says quickly, and I do as she says, scooping Iris in my arms, not even hesitating for a second.

She whimpers in my arms, but I don’t even look down at her. I need to focus as I teleport us back to Violet’s yard.

The moment my feet are on soft grass, I finally look down at the witch in my arms. Tears are in her eyes as she wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me for dear life.

“You saved me. You both saved me,” she says as I hold her tighter than I should.