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People start going up and taking their chance at pulling a weapon out of thin air, or as the dean called it, “our personal locker.”
Circe makes my legs shake with anticipation.
I put my hands on my knees, trying to stop the movement. “Stop it,” I growl, fixing my eyes on the stage. Glancing around, I meet eyes with Hazen. He tilts his head, brows pulling together. How can he tell something is wrong?
I shake my head.
Sorry! You push me down so much that I missed being this close to the surface, Circe speaks in my head.
Because you hurt people.
Oops.
Killian is next to get onto the stage, calling on his demon form. His demon is like father’s, dark red skin and pitch-black eyes with horns curling from his head. Then he reaches out so easily and pulls the ax from the air. His blade is hot and red like it’s been in a fire. He smirks, eying it before putting it back.
I clap the loudest, smiling, and even Circe is shouting in my head, We love him. We are so proud.
It takes a while, but by the time we are close to being up, butterflies eat my stomach. I hate shifting. I hate giving her control. I never know how she’s going to act. My hands shake as I get close to going up on stage.
I lock eyes with my brother and he throws a thumb up. He doesn’t know how this feels. His demon isn’t a whole different person.
I try not to look at anyone. Seeing Ledger will make me want to leave.
Who is Ledger?
My eyes find him almost instantly in the crowd. His red eyes meet mine and he lifts his chin.
Tall, dark, and handsome? That’s Ledger. Mhm, have you fucked him yet? Will he fuck me?
No. Stop this.
My eyes move to Khazon, who looks… worried. His eyes are soft for the first time in a while, and I can’t help but think he’s worried about me. I know he knows what I am going through and how Circe is in my head. Khazon was always there for me, through all the weird psychotic breaks where Circe forced me down. He was always there to comfort me and make me feel better. He was there for the side effects of the meds. He was… he was always there for me.
Miya grabs his hand and holds it, and my eyes drop. Now he hates me.
Who is that fucking bitch? Circe growls, almost coming up like vomit.
I swallow. Circe.
Khazon is ours. He was our first love. Ours. Rage enters my chest, and I can’t decipher if it’s hers or mine. I’m the Princess of Hell. I should be able to control my fucking demon, like Killian can. I shouldn’t struggle and have to take medicine to control her.
My leg bounces.
Kill her.
I freeze. Intrusive thoughts that Circe will go through with... I’ve almost killed Soul Reapers because of her. I mean they shouldn’t have hurt me or touched me, but still.
How dare she fucking touch him? He’s ours. Not hers. Hurt her. Show her how fucking crazy you can be.
I stand, slowly.
Good girl.
Khazon’s eyes meet mine once more before moving out of the auditorium. I can’t be in there. I can’t let them know how fucking crazy I can be. “Go back there and show them who is in charge,” Circe’s dark voice breaks from my throat as soon as I step outside. It’s harsh and rough.
I need to go back to my dorm and grab my medicine.
“She took him from us and—”
