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“Demons?” I deadpanned. “Do you think they’re going to allow that? They can’t even talk about sex without screaming.”
Lucien rolled his eyes and turned to his laptop. “Keep an eye on her. She should be fine for the next few days before she needs to feed again. Until then, stick to the shadows.”
I sighed and got up from the seat, leaving the office without a word.
Fuck me. What did I sign up for?
19
GRACE
My stomach churned, and I stumbled a step as I walked through the busy hallway at school. I’d been on autopilot since last night when I almost killed Sebastian.
I raped him.
I fucking raped my boyfriend. He’d begged me to stop, but I didn’t. Something within me was in control, and I had little say about what occurred.
What was wrong with me?
Obviously, everything since I came back to life. That wasn’t anything normal.Iwasn’t normal.
“Miss Davis!”
I stopped and looked at Father Thomas, who was beckoning me from just five feet away. I swallowed hard and closed the distance between us, a nervous sweat prickling my skin. Father Thomas gestured for me to follow him, and I nearly passed out. The only time Father Thomas would need to see somebody was if they were in trouble.
Sebastian’s dad could have informed Father Thomas about me sleeping with my boyfriend. I lied through my teeth to his dad. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him we were having sex and Sebastian withered away while we did it. There was no doubt in my mind he would have said it was the devil’s magic or something along those lines.
I entered Father Thomas’s office, and he shut the door behind him. As he sat down on his leather swivel chair and folded his hands on his desk, he sighed. I averted my gaze, unable to look at him and see the judgment in his brown eyes.
“Miss Davis, I’m sure you’re already aware of what’s happening,” he started.
I scrunched my eyebrows and picked at my nails. When that didn’t give me the dopamine I needed, I bounced my leg and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t know what happened to your friend?”
I turned my gaze to him, frowned, and shook my head.
Father Thomas pursed his lips and stared at me like he could read my thoughts.
Oh my god. What if he really could hear my thoughts?
Clear your mind. Think about something he can’t use against you. Think about the homework you were supposed to finish. Crap. No. Then he’ll know I’m behind. Shit. I mean . . .
I squinted my eyes, watching him as he looked at me.
Scratch your nose if you can hear me.
Father Thomas heaved a sigh. “Miss Davis. We were made aware of something upsetting and . . . I don’t know how to put it without upsetting you, but—”
“Just tell me,” I begged.
My paranoia and anxiety pounded at me.
“I’m so sorry in advance, Miss Grace. Your friend Layla has passed away and gone to Heaven.”
I stared at him with wide eyes and my pulse hammering in my ears. That was what he wanted to talk to me about?
I’m supposed to act upset.
