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“You can’t survive on blow jobs, angel.” She sucked in a breath from my use of that nickname. Good. It was a better pet name than succubus.
She raised her chin, trying to look tougher than she felt. I wanted to know what she was running from so I could beat the fuck out of it and fix her. She needed to accept what she was because the longer she ran, the sooner her demons would catch up to her. And Lucien and I weren’t the only demons on her heels.
“I don’t think I’m going to vomit. My stomach doesn’t hurt like it did the last time,” she said, changing the subject.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Good. That means you’ll need to be full or close to full to take your meds. Which means you need to feed every day.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Oh,” she whispered.
“Yes.Oh.” I grabbed her waist and placed her beside me on the bed before I got off the mattress and tucked my cock into my pants. “You now have to figure out what you want most.” I pulled on my shirt and found her watching me with heat as I fixed the hem. “Do you want to take your medicine and avoid schizophrenia symptoms? Or do you want to starve yourself and deal with hallucinations and whatever else you experience, along with your demon coming out to feed?”
She silently watched me, the lust in her gaze replaced by fear.
“When you make a decision, summon me,” I said before I walked to her bedroom door. I stopped and turned to face her again as I remembered something. “Also, I’m having someone pick you up later this evening. Dress in something . . .” I looked her over, lingering on her breasts and round stomach. Fuck me. She was sexy, sitting naked on her bed, flushed from being thoroughly used. “Dress in something sexy. It doesn’t matter if it’s a dress or a halter top and skirt.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity because she covered her chest with her arms. “Why?”
“You’ll see.” I smiled. “A car will be waiting for you at eight.”
I turned around and grabbed the door handle.
“Wait!” Grace called.
I turned my head, peeking at her with an eyebrow raised.
“You won’t go to someone else to take care of your . . . problem?” Her attention dropped to my groin before returning to my eyes.
“And if I do?” I purred, fully turning and facing her. “What would you do, angel?”
Her cheeks flushed, and I could see her pulse throbbing in her neck. “I won’t care,” she blurted.
I grinned. “You’re such a liar.”
I turned away and gripped the door handle.
“Ugh. Okay, I’ll never forgive you!” Grace yelled.
Chuckling, I opened a portal. “Good thing I don’t need forgiveness.”
The back of my head tingled from Grace watching me as I left.
41
GRACE
After sneaking out and slipping inside the car that waited for me, I was brought to a club the next city over. As soon as I joined the line to get inside, the security at the door called for me. He opened the door, and I wandered inside, flinching at the loud music.
I shouldn’t have been there. I didn’t knowwhyI needed to be there.
Music poured from the stage where a live band played. A crowd gathered near it, singing and dancing along.Why would Daiman want me here?
A man walked past me and bumped into my arm, knocking me back a few steps. Rubbing the spot where he’d touched me, I glared at him over my shoulder. I hated rude people.
I scanned the crowd for a familiar face but didn’t spot Daiman. I made my way through the crowd, trying to find a place to stand. I wanted to turn around and leave, but I was sure my ride had left. I didn’t have a phone or Daiman’s number, so I couldn’t call him and ask where he was.
The band on the stage ended their song and thanked everyone for an awesome night. They walked behind the wall on the left, going to the backstage area.
“Take Me To Church” by Hozier played over the speakers.
