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I expected him to persist. To keep pushing until I finally told him that my dad scared me. I didn’t want to tell Daiman what he’d done to me. For some silly reason, I worried he’d suddenly find me unattractive and even disgusting for allowing my father to assault me.
Daiman plucked the toothpick from his mouth and held it between his fingers. With his other hand, he crooked a finger for me to come to him.
“Wh-what do you want?” I asked.
He licked his bottom lip, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Come here, and find out for yourself.”
Daiman arched an eyebrow, watching me like the predator he was.
I timidly stepped toward him. When I was within arm’s reach, he grabbed my arm and yanked me to him. I yelped as my chest pressed to his, and I had to lean back my head to look up at him.
His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth and not accepting no as an answer. I froze.
Daiman was kissing me. He was showing me affection that wasn’t a sexual favor meant to feed me. The thread of energy inside me tugged; this time, the distance was a mere centimeter that joined me to Daiman.
He was the energy I was connected to.
I melted into him, giving in and kissing him back. Our tongues tangled, and our teeth knocked together a few times. But Daiman didn’t mind. In fact, his erection pressed against my stomach and practically screamed of how much he enjoyed it. He buried his hand into my hair at the back of my head, pulling the strands to send a bite of pain through my scalp. I whimpered into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed the muffled sound.
I reached up and threaded my fingers through his short black hair. He grunted into the kiss as I pulled at the strands, making him feel the same pain. He nipped my bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood and making me wince. He soothed it with his tongue before he pulled back and looked at me with darkened eyes.
“You can keep your secret for now. Just know that I’ll find out one way or another,” he murmured.
He stepped away and put the toothpick back into his mouth. I watched as the tip of his tongue split in two and curled around the sliver of wood. He chuckled at my reaction.
“See you later.”
Shadows shot around him, then he was gone.
My shoulders sagged, and I released a shaky breath. I didn’t ever want him or Lucien to know about what happened, but because of how tenacious they were, I feared the day they discovered my secret was closer than I anticipated.
44
GRACE
It was sixty-five degrees today, which was unusual for November in Washington state. The warmer weather was fine with me since it meant I could eat my lunch outside without worrying about people staring at me.
I saw how they all looked at me. Before everything that happened to me, I was a nobody. No one knew who I was or cared to look my way. Now my paranoia had increased. Probably because I puked up my meds when I took them. I wasn’t full enough to stomach them, and now I was having symptoms. But I swore everyone looking at me knew about my deepest, darkest secrets.
Brad had threatened to tell the school I was a slut. The comments I received from my peers led me to believe that he already had. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Sebastian spread the word about what I told him before ending things with me.
Now I was the school “whore” and “insane.” I hated it when people said off-handed comments about my mental illnesses or refused to believe me when something very real (to me) happened.
I stood outside on the football field, watching my class play soccer. That was the only drawback of having semi-nice weather. Father Thomas wanted gym classes to be held outside. Mandatory participation meant playing or failing the class, and I needed to pass to graduate.
Note to self: write a nasty letter to whoever decided that students had to pass extracurricular classes to graduate high school.
As Father Mark put it, the lesson for this activity was that we needed to help each other like we are the church. When playing soccer, we had to be a team who fought the wickedness of sin and the devil. I didn’t understand the meaning of it or where his logic went, but I said nothing because I didn’t want to bring more attention to myself.
Which brought me to another thought. It wasn’t like me to question the teachers and the lessons they taught. I’d always been a good kid and studied the Bible. I’d read it from cover to cover, soaking up every word of God and the stories of his disciples. But since I died and came back as a demon, my faith had crumbled, small piece by small piece. All I could hear while I listened to my teachers and studied the Bible were Lucien and Daiman pointing out the flaws in the book and God himself.
I knew so very little about those two demons. From what Daiman had told me about them being fallen angels, I couldn’t help but wonder how they were before they followed Lucifer. Were they just as rebellious as they were now? Did they have sexual urges and desires as angels, or was it only when they became demons? I also wondered if they had wings like the angels in those pictures I saw.
Everyone on the sidelines of the football field shouted and hooted as the red team won. I softly clapped, not feeling so enthusiastic because of where my head was.
“All right, everyone. Let’s switch,” Father Mark called while waving his hand for the teams to get off the field.
Samantha jogged toward me, her face flushing and sweat matting some brown hair to her forehead. She smiled at me as she pulled off her red net jersey and handed it to me.
