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“F-fat bitches are easy! They’ll . . . they’ll get dick where they can,” he choked out.
A deadly calm washed over me. “I see.”
“P-please! Let me go. I have kids!”
I moved us deep into the woods, where no one could watch as I violently murdered this human. No one was ever allowed to speak ill about Grace. It didn’t matter that I disliked the girl, as much as my cock said otherwise. But I wouldn’t allow some filthy human to disrespect her.
“Please! Don’t do this!” he sobbed as I stopped in front of a large tree.
I conjured my dagger and dropped the man to his knees. My shadows held his arms up and back so his chest puffed out. I kneeled in front of him, glaring into his eyes. “Tell Lucifer that I sent you,” I said before I stabbed the curved knife into his throat and dragged it downward.
The man howled, his shoulders and chest shaking as he fought against his restraints. I buried the blade deeper, cutting through his sternum and down to his stomach.
“Oh god, oh god,oh god,” he sobbed through the blood bubbling from his mouth.
I dropped the dagger to the ground, slipped my fingers into the wounds in his chest, and yanked his ribs apart. The human’s intestines slipped out and fell to the dirt, still attached to his body. He gurgled, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his breathing slowed. I watched as his lungs squeezed, then puffed out with strained breaths. His heartbeat slowed until it thumped one last time.
I glared at him, rage still burning in my veins. After a few minutes, I got up and returned my dagger to its place beside my bed at home. The dead human slumped to the ground as I released the shadows. I spat on his carcass, then turned and left. I had to get rid of his car, then I could return to my house.
43
GRACE
Iopened my eyes, blinking away the fog. My forehead throbbed with a headache, and a muscle twinged in my neck. I slowly sat up, my head spinning. I glanced around the room, not recognizing it. It was larger than mine—practically an entire house because of how gigantic it was. Black trim lined the base of the cream walls. A floor-to-ceiling window on my right looked into the woods. Dawn light streamed through the tree limbs. I looked to my other side, spotting a doorway that probably led to a bathroom or closet. Across from the bed stood the door that led outside of this room.
My gaze dropped to my lap, where black silk sheets pooled around my waist. I blinked and pinched the T-shirt I wore. I didn’t remember putting this on. The last thing I wore was . . .
A gasp slipped past my lips, and I jumped off the bed. I wasn’t wearing pants. I checked my bottom and found that I didn’t have underwear on either.
Where the heck was I?
I searched through the room for something to wear that wasn’t just a black T-shirt. After going through drawers in a chest, I found a pair of cotton boxers and slipped them on. I poked my head outside the bedroom door, listening for anyone who might’ve walked my way. When the coast was clear, I stepped out and wandered through the hallway lined with demonic artwork.
The painting on the ceiling of the unholy church popped into my head, and I winced.
The same type of artwork was here, too. Women were held still while some goat-faced demon raped them. Other paintings were of angels with horns and black wings, their swords out as they fought against other angels with white wings who clearly worked for God.
“Can’t leave her alone,” a deep voice echoed down the hall. I slowed my steps and crept closer, hoping they didn’t hear me.
“She’s refusing . . .” I could barely make out what this person said.
I peeked around the corner and stopped breathing.
Daiman stood in the joined room that had to be a waiting area because of the lack of furniture. His arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the other man, whose back faced me. From the height and build, along with the dark hair that was styled to look messy, it had to have been Lucien.
“You’re in big trouble, angel.”Daiman’s warning echoed in my head.
“Morning, little sinner. Glad you’re awake.”
I tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. Lucien turned to face me, his hooded eyes giving him an air of boredom. I didn’t miss him sweeping his gaze down my body, a muscle in his jaw popping.
“Come here, angel,” Daiman ordered.
I swallowed hard, stepped out of the hallway, and fumbled with my hands behind my back. Daiman looked me over with heat in his crimson eyes. When he returned to my face, I stopped breathing for a second. He looked at me like I was the only one in the room and he wanted to cross the space between us so he could drag me against his chest.
My clit throbbed, and I averted my gaze so he couldn’t tell how turned on I was. But I had a feeling he knew, just like I knew when the men I’d fed from were aroused.
“Why did you leave last night?” Lucien said, cutting to the chase.
