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The taste of my best friend’s skin and muscle ghosted on my tongue. My stomach churned, and I dry heaved.
“Are you all right?” Father Thomas asked while he reached toward me as if he could stop me from puking with his mind powers.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Bile rose into my throat, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, tears welling in my eyes. I jumped from my seat and ran out of the office and into the girl’s bathroom ten feet away. My knees hit the floor, and I expelled everything from my stomach, which wasn’t a lot. I hugged the porcelain stool and dry heaved again.
Wiping the back of my hand against my mouth, I flushed the toilet and stood on shaky legs. I went to the sink and rinsed my mouth with water. I hung my head between my shoulders, panting as I tried to keep my shit together.
Layla was dead, and I raped my boyfriend.
I was a terrible person.
I peeked at my reflection in the mirror and swallowed a scream. Staring back at me was a demon with deep crimson skin. Horns sprouted from the temples and curled to the back of its head. Its lips parted, revealing teeth that looked like jagged knives.
The demon wore my clothes.
I scrambled backward, covering my mouth with my hand as I gawked at the reflection. It didn’t mimic my motions. No, it watched me with narrowed eyes and a slight curl of its lips.
“Miss Davis?”
I jumped at Father Thomas’s voice, whipping my head toward the bathroom entrance.
“I’ll be right out,” I called, my voice wavering.
When I looked into the mirror again, my normal reflection stared back at me with wide, frightened eyes. I swallowed hard and exited the restroom, joining Father Thomas again.
He looked me over, concern etched into his face. “Do you need to go home, Miss Davis?”
I shook my head. Dad would throw the biggest fit known to mankind if I walked home. He’d automatically assume I was skipping classes and needed to be punished for it.
“Are you sure?” he asked, frowning.
I nodded. “Yes. I’ll be okay.”
He nodded and heaved a sigh. “Then I’ll leave you to it. You may go.”
I turned to walk away.
“Oh, Miss Davis!”
I looked at Father Thomas, who still faced me.
“Tell your teacher that you had to see me. If they give you any problems, tell them to call me.”
I nodded and offered a weak smile before I walked away.
20
GRACE
Ishouldn’t have been getting ready for the Halloween party at a frat house right then, but there I was, finishing my makeup. The week had dragged by, and I was starving. Once again, a tiny voice in the back of my head whispered for me to have sex. Despite not wanting a repeat of what happened with Sebastian, my desperation grew as the days passed and my hunger increased. Thatthinginside me had taken control, only allowing me to brush the surface of my psyche and watch from the front passenger seat.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked at myself in the mirror, glad my reflection wasn’t that demon I saw last time. I dabbed my finger on my glossy lips and rubbed more gloss on before smacking my lips together.
Turning away from the vanity, I walked across the room and out of my door. My sister’s door was closed, and the faint sound of her snores drifted from the other side. Mom and Dad’s door was cracked open, but their bedroom was dark. The running fans would potentially mute any sounds I made.
My high heels clacked against the wooden floors, and I held my breath as I descended the stairs. My hands hovered over the banister, then I released my breath when I made it to the back door.
