AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Blinking rapidly and trying to clear my head, I attempted to focus on her. Sitting upright, I was pushed back onto an elbow when she placed a heeled foot on my chest, the stiletto pinching painfully between my breasts.
She was smiling at me, not at all threatened by my presence, and something about that made me feel incredibly small. I was used to holding a certain level of intimidation about myself, but here she was, looking down at me as I lay on the floor, sticky with blood and alcohol, and her face showed only bemusement. I was in an incredibly vulnerable position.
And I was still noticing the shape of her goddamn legs.
Fuck!
“How do you know I’m not?” I spat at her.
She laughed again, a tingling sound that didn’t suit her at all, and I couldn’t tell if it was real. It was higher than I’d have thought. The sound I’d imagine coming from a petite blonde teenager, not the dark, sexy demon who destroyed buildings and souls.
Sexy?Aw hell. Now I know I’m in trouble when I consider someone who’d just flattened me with an uppercut sexy.
“Little Miss Army Boots, do you even need to ask?”
Her tone was derogatory but filled with humor, and I genuinely couldn’t tell if she was poking fun at me or being playful like the whole world was a joke to her. In retrospect, it probably was. Trying unsuccessfully not to let my annoyance show, I knew the sneer had escaped my lips when amusement and interest flashed across her face before it was replaced with a devilish grin.
How appropriate.
“What’s the matter, soldier? Don’t want to talk about it?” Scowling, I resented the sing-song quality of her voice. When I didn’t answer, she continued. “Whatever, I’m not here for you anyway.”
“Why’s that?”
She cocked an eyebrow at me, the smirk still plastered on her face. She wasn’t letting me up but had slightly eased the pressure of her boot. “You don’t belong here, you’re not one of them, and it’ll do me no good to take down some random bystander.”
That answered absolutely no questions.Do her no good?What the hell did that even mean?
Glaring at her, I tried to keep her talking while I slowly slid my hand into my pocket.
“How do you fight in high heels?”
She pressed down against my chest, smirking as I grunted, angling her foot so the heel slipped between my cleavage and poked into my skin.
“I have a high tolerance for pain.” She beamed.
“What about this,demon?”
Slipping the blade from my pocket, I lurched forward and slammed it into her upper thigh. She screamed and recoiled, leaving me to scramble to my feet as she staggered backward.
“Silver?”she cried. “What thefuck?”
I advanced as she retreated against the opposite wall, stumbling as blood oozed steadily from where the knife lay embedded in her thigh. “I know what you are,demon…”I said with a sneer, “… and this ends now.”
Her eyes widened as she slid back against the wall, the patch of blood around the blade growing with each passing second. Tossing a glance at the wound, she’d then stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read. She started groaning, and the loud rumbling moans filled me with a discomfort I couldn’t explain. Everything about this woman loaded me with conflicting feelings, and I started to wonder if that’s simply what demons did to people.
God, I was glad no one could hear my thoughts. I swear I sounded insane. I’ve so readily accepted thisdemontheory, there isn’t any room left in my mind for the alternative.
Show me proof you’re human or not, so I can maintain my sanity, please.
“Oh, ooh…” she whimpered, her head lolling from side to side, “You got me. I can’t believe you stabbed me.”
Frowning, I watched her.
Something wasn’t right.
She staggered a few steps to either side, slapped her palms against the wall, and continued to wail with increasing volume. “Ooh, what a way to end. Who would’ve thought I’d be vanquished by a small brunette woman with a tiny dessert knife?” Sinking to her knees, she then shuffled toward me, and I backed away, shaking my head. Her hands were clamped under her chin, her eyes wide as she pleaded, “Please, have mercy. Ooh, I don’t want to die. No please,please!”
Throwing a forearm across her forehead, she looked at the ceiling, declaring loudly, “My only regret is that I never figured out what the fuck an elderberry is.” With that, she collapsed backward onto the floor.
