AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Or I’m moments away from falling. From losing my Grace.
The shadow takes a single step forward. “I asked you a question.”
It’s a command for compliance. Obedience. And it pulls at me like the moon does the tides.
I step away from it. From him.
My whole life, my father warned me about this. About demons getting too close.
But that damned demon cat shimmered me right in front of four of them.
I’d intended to ease into this slowly and give myself time to adjust to the demonic allure. But it seems the cat had other ideas.
I block the light from my eyes with a hand and fire right back at the demon. “I’m Dove, the cat brought me, and are you this nice to every new student, or am I just special?”
The shadows behind him snicker, and as my eyes adjust, the shadow that spoke comes into view.
My mouth goes dry, hand falling limp at my side.
Before me stands the perfect specimen of a male demon. His dark simmering fury equal to his breathtaking beauty. With a flick of his black eyes, he assesses me from head to toe.
Sizing me up?
Or enjoying the view?
I return the favor, taking in his carved cheekbones, sharp enough to cut glass. The full bottom lip and the tongue that darts out to wet it. His muscular build, on display in a tight t-shirt.
But I’m most struck by his eyes.
They’re not flat and soulless like I always thought the demonic gaze would be.
No.
They sparkle like black diamonds, or the midnight sky flecked with stars. The moment our glances meet, I’m locked in place, snared in his gaze and unable—or, even more upsetting—unwilling to move.
He approaches, an arrogant smile lifting his lips, and I’m hit with his demonic scent. But there’s something else, something different mingling with the freshly-lit-match burn.
He comes closer, each step ticking my heart up.
And I can’t seem to move.
“New student, huh?” He’s so close, the heat of his body envelopes me as he backs me into a rough, curved wall. I bite my cheek to keep my mouth in check.
He takes my chin in his hand, tipping my head up and to each side as if examining me.
And the moment his skin touches mine, the universe ceases to exist. There is only this demon’s warm hand on my face.
A shiver shudders through me, shaking my shoulders, skating down my spine like a slithering snake.
Celestus help me, I’m not even supposed to look at demons, but here I am, in the school for less than five minutes, and I’m letting one touch me.
And worse…
I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
Chapter Four
To bask in the warmth of an angel’s love is rhapsodic.And equally, so too her spurn will flay the mind
