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I snort. “You wanted the satisfaction of finding the heir, so that you can get brownie points with Daddy?”
He smirks, leaning in. “And I knew you’d never hurt me like you did the others.”
I don’t let his comment get to me. I’ve hurt a lot of Soul Reapers—Anima Messorms—in the past. I didn’t mean to, for a few of them, and I was actually defending myself from one of them.
Khazon has Ledger and the other two I forgot the names of. Usually, it’s a mutual agreement between the reaper and hellhounds, however, there have been occasions where the hounds were forced into service.
“I could have hurt you,” I finally say, but it comes out more like a whisper.
“You could have… And we both know in your real form, you’re stronger.”
I shrug.
“So, why did you let us take you?” Ledger butts in.
I lean back, throwing my hands behind my head. “I plan on trying to escape at least a few times.”
Khazon growls at that, almost sounding like a hellhound. His jaw is taunt, and his eyes are blazing with rage that is hotter than Hell’s flame. Having Khazon mad at me so much is a complete one eighty of what he was like before. He was always so gentle and kind. Something changed him.
“But I missed you and know you like waffles so…”
We lock gazes and I wait for his to soften, but it never does. “Finish eating, Asura,” he orders.
Just as I am about to go back to eating, the door opens with a ding. My eyes look up as the air stiffens with dark magic.
We are dark…but they are darker.
Draco’s lifeless black eyes land on me and he smirks, sharp fangs flashing. Ice dumps into my veins as my heart begins to skip a beat. He winks and takes a seat at a booth, obviously hearing the pounding in my chest.
Blood sprays against the brick wall as her screams become gargled. His teeth are embedded into her skin as his lifeless eyes stare at me.
Khazon doesn’t even have to look over his shoulder to know what is here. “Pay and let’s go.”
I nod, pulling out a fifty from my bra strap and putting it on the table. Quickly, I swallow my last bite and stand.
Draco stands at the same time, earning a growl from one of Khazon’s hounds. I haven’t seen these men—the Blood Clan—in too long. They rarely come out, only at night or their skin will burn. Typical vampires without all the glittery skin. Supernatural beings have always been a thing from the beginning of time, and some have even learned to fit in with humans. The Blood Clan is the exception. They never fit in. Not in Hell, not on Earth. Honestly, Draco looks like he stepped out of Hot Topic after his parents gave him money and said, “Spend it wisely.” Spoiler: he did not.
“Oh, hey! The Princess of Hell, Angel of Death, and his little hellhounds,” Draco says a little too fucking loudly, allowing the workers of the diner to hear. Luckily, they probably think he’s on something and they are too busy cleaning up in the kitchen to notice us. When the vampire steps forward, so does Khazon, squeezing between us.
I know I can protect myself, but I let him do what he wants. If he wants to step between me and a vampire, go ahead.
“Just leave us alone, Draco,” Khazon orders with an authority I’ve never seen before. Khazon was a very small and timid child. He feared everything and anything, and as we got older, he got better at masking it, but I could always tell when he was scared.
“Once I get your girl,” Draco says, pointing to me. “I’m officially a royal Blood. I’ve been looking for you, Princess.” He flashes his fangs, and his friends behind him follow suite.
Magic swirls in the air. “How about we take this outside where there aren’t humans?” Khazon’s deep voice rumbles.
I glance at his shoulders, waiting for wings to come out. Is this his magic? Has he really changed this much in the last two years?
Draco snaps his fingers and his two goons behind him disappear and reappear a moment later, blood dripping down their chins. In the kitchen off to our left, three thuds come.
Ledger growls deeply as the smell of death fills the air. They killed the humans.
I stiffen, stepping back into Ledger’s chest. The smell of something burning reaches my nose and makes me look at the portable heater hellhound behind me. Ledger’s rage has him basically burning through his clothing.
“Now, give us the girl,” Draco snarls.
Magic surges, catching my attention. Horns sprout from Khazon’s dark hair, spiraling outwards to the back of his head. His skin grows an eerie black, but only around his hands, neck, and chin. He’s not fully shifted. Khazon reaches out and something appears from thin air. Out comes a blazing red battle ax. It has two half circle blades coming from the handle.
