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“No!” I scrambled back off the bed just as he reached for me.
He grinned, slowly spreading his arms as he knelt on the mattress. “Who’s going to save you, shifter? Do you think anyone here will do that for you?”
He swayed forward and suddenly clutched my arm, yanking me toward him. “I can do anything I want with you and no one would be the wiser. No one would miss you because you're just a stray I picked up. A stray I can discard just as easily.”
He gripped my face with one hand, forcing his hand between my thighs. “I’ll make you mine whether you want to or not.”
I screamed, shoving him away before I willed myself to shift in front of him. I screamed as the pain tore through me. I kept that scream inside when on stage, but not here. This was a curse, it wasn’t natural, turning into a bird was a pain that would break human. Because I was still human, something Serge Bastien didn’t understand anymore.
“You fucking bitch!”
He lunged for me and I managed to dodge him, flying out of the bedroom and down the hallway. I flew up into the rafters, hiding among those treacherous shadows of his. His screams and curses followed me the entire way. I couldn’t stop shivering as I cuddled up against a wooden beam. It was the farthest place I could find, where no human could get to me.
He’d attempted to rape me several times throughout the years. Once he almost managed to go through with it. I’d been exhausted after a show, and I’d crept into the dressing room and fallen asleep. He’d found me, and in his drunken stupor he began to tear away my clothes…I awoke with him between my legs, his eyes penetrating and evil. My only power against him was my ability to shift. He had no control over that, and I’d become too fast for him to trap me. I preferred that pain to letting Serge Bastien use me.
I watched as he appeared on the empty stage. The club had died down and only the employees remained.
“I will cage you again, bitch! Keep testing me, and I will keep you chained forever!” He screamed out, startling everyone around him.
He cursed at those that stared at him before he stumbled out of the room, stumbling in his drunkenness. In the morning, he’d act like nothing had happened, and he’d be back to his slick, slimy demeanor once again.
I could hear the murmurs of those below me. The way they shook their heads, judging me. I had no friends here that would defend me, I was truly all alone. As I crouched down further, I let my feathered wings offer protection. My mind wandered to that stranger that had appeared tonight, and for once, I let my imagination linger on him.The stranger. On what it would feel like when he touched me, if he’d kiss me again. I liked his touch, and I wanted more. That pull between us wasn’t normal. Maybe it was a part of the curse, or maybe he too held powers. But what if he was just human and that damn succubus that lingered in the hallways was playing games with us. His name lingered in my mind as I let my exhaustion consume me. The worst thing about it all, was that I wanted him to play with me.
8
SPECTRE
Iwasn’t afraid of Serge Bastien. The fucker had nothing on me and as much as I knew he hated to admit it, he damn well knew it. The Devil knew exactly how to get under his skin, protecting me in the process. I had the upper hand there, and I was slightly smug about it. But then there was the other evil now present in my life. The Devil himself, and that was a force I wasn’t sure how to get off my back.
Flashes of the symbols on the wall made me grab a pen off the hostess stand as I walked out into the chilled night. I sketched what I remembered of the symbols on a napkin, and stuffed the piece of paper into my jacket pocket. I had to find a way to make these work. Some type of magic had to exist.
I grunted.Magic?My life had turned into something absurd. Symbols on a wall with power over devils, demons and curses, and I’m pretty sure back home my brothers were worried sick not knowing the hell that surrounded them. If I told them what I knew I was pretty sure half of them wouldn’t believe me. Either way this was going to be my secret, and I was going to take it to the grave.
The wind picked up, and I clutched my jacket close, making my way down the narrow alleyway heading toward my bike. My mind had gone back to the raven on the stage. She’d been so stunning I’d forgotten everything around me. All that existed was her and I. Her voice sounded like that of angels, and her soft smile had tugged at places in my chest that hadn’t been touched in years. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings when suddenly I felt that dark presence again, and I was sent sprawling back onto the concrete wall by some unseen force.
The impact sucked the air out of me, but before I could slide to the ground, long bony fingers wrapped around my throat, lifting me up against the cold brick wall until my feet were dangling off the ground. The darkness seemed to thicken as an all too familiar sinister presence approached, and when the dim light revealed his features, I was met with the piercing gaze of Lucifer. He was decked out tonight, dressed in a black suit, silk black shirt, and a blood-red tie. He paced in front of me as if slowly contemplating what to do with me.
“Liam, Liam, Liam. What are you up to?”
I struggled against the hold he had on me but I had no more fight in me. “I did what you asked.”
“You realize no one has ever dared to betray me. At least not anyone who’s actually lived to tell about it. Not that life matters that much to you anyway.”
He approached me, his eyes never leaving mine, searching for any secrets he could find. Instead I went completely still, slowing my heart rate, putting on my best poker face.
Suddenly, I felt a fist hit my face, and the taste of copper filled my mouth. I spit it out while Lucifer took out a red handkerchief and blotted my mouth with it. Whatever had hit me, was once again unseen.
“I know you're plotting something, biker.” He looked at the blood on the handkerchief and then placed the silk back into his pocket. “Something that won’t bode well for you or any of your brethren. You might as well tell me.”
He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Before I find out the hard way.”
My throat tightened under that bony grip, but I managed to croak out a strained response.
“Go fuck yourself.”
His laugh was a charming deep sound that traveled down the base of my skull and sent a cold shiver down my back.
“Already done that, twice.” He held up two fingers and then with one of them he smeared the blood off my lip. I pulled back, right as he sucked it off, savoring the metallic taste.
