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“What do you want,FatherLucien?” I said through clenched teeth.
He narrowed his eyes. “You still haven’t fed.”
“Oh my god.” I huffed and threw back my head, staring up at the ceiling. “Just drop it.”
“It’s none of your business,” I said as I hugged my Bible to my chest.
“That’s where you’re wrong. If I have to remind you one more time that you’re my business, then you won’t like what I’ll do to make sure you remember.” His lips curled into a wicked smile that was more devilish than good. I shivered and stepped backward. “You have twenty-four hours before I force you to feed.”
Oh, fuck me.
I shuddered and squeezed my thighs together.
“Don’t threaten me,” I said.
He pushed away from the desk and stepped toward me, his hands sliding back into his pockets. “Oh, it’s not a threat. It’s a promise. Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine after nearly killing yourex-boyfriendwho begged you to stop.”
“Take that back,” I breathed.
He closed the small space between us, towering over me until I had to lean back to keep looking into his eyes.
“No,” he drawled. His eyes filled with male amusement as he watched me squirm in my spot.
Angry tears stung my eyes, and I did everything I could to push the rage and guilt beneath the surface.
He smirked, knowing he’d won. “Ticktock, little sinner.”
I hated that stupid nickname. I wished I’d never gone to that concert.
I turned away from him and left the room, feeling his eyes on the back of my head.
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GRACE
Iignored the cold as I walked to the bleachers. I hoped Sebastian had waited for me and hadn’t changed his mind. A flash of black and red caught my eye—the colors of the Sacred Heart Catholic School football jersey jacket. I released a shaky breath, relieved that Sebastian came.
I hurried the rest of the way and approached Sebastian. He had his arms folded over his chest, and he turned toward me when he heard my footsteps.
“Thank you,” I breathed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Annoyance crept onto his face, and he sighed. “You have five minutes.”
I glanced around to make sure we were alone before turning back to him. “I don’t know how to begin,” I said nervously.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Start by telling me why you didn’t stop when I begged you to. What the hell happened?”
I nibbled on my bottom lip, mulling over different ways to tell him I wasn’t human. If Lucien or Daiman found out I told someone, they could kill me. Again.
At this point, I didn’t care. I desperately wanted Sebastian to understand and know I didn’t mean to hurt him. “You were right,” I blurted.
He glared at me. “Of course I’m right. But which item are you referring to?”
“Satan’s Priest are devil worshippers.”
Shock flared in his beautiful blue-gray eyes.
“We met the band, and as we were leaving for the night, they knocked us out and brought us to some creepy demonic church. They killed us to be brides for Lucifer. I came back to life, but Layla didn’t.”
