Raven
I'm standing inches away from Lucy's dragon form. Anger is still pulsating through me—I still believe Lucy did wrong by not telling me about his demon friends coming here. Yet, I also feel safe having a gigantic dragon as a bodyguard.
I wouldn't want to share the same fate as Hayley. My heart is squeezing every second, and scenes of us laughing together are playing on replay inside my head. Hayley was like a sister to me, and these demons killed her.
That knowledge makes me both angry and scared. Mad because she was too young to die and hadn't even met her mate and then frightened because I know what these people can do about anything.
Lucy wouldn't betray me, right?
I step closer to the dragon, hoping Lucy doesn't bear a grudge because I rejected him. Love might not bloom between us after what happened to Hayley. I'm too disappointed with him, hurt too, but I hope he doesn't hate me enough to let me die tonight.
"Lucifer, Lucife
My head is pretty much in the clouds as I attempt to focus during class the next day. I'm supposed to be listening, learn how to craft potions with the other witches, but my mind keeps drifting off to Hayden. The poor guy cried himself to sleep and spent the night in my room without saying a word. When I woke up, Hayden was gone and had left a note that said: "My dad came to pick me up. I will spend some time with my family." I sigh and pretend I'm paying attention to class when Mrs. Phyllis glances at me. The delicate woman smiles upon seeing my attentive eyes. She then continues talking about different herbs to create love potions. New year's evening is coming up, but all my fellow witches want Valentine's day already. "It is hard to create a love potion, and in most cases, they don't work on the person drinking it—does anyone know why?" Mrs. Phyllis asks the class and looks around with her thick glasses. A witch, I think her name is Francesca, hold
I roll over in my bed. After classes ended, I headed straight into my room to take a nap. The plan is to stay awake for as long as possible tonight since Lucy will come over. Therefore, I slept early.Yawning, I open my eyes.My heart nearly skips a beat when I notice Lucy lying next to me in bed. He has no shirt on and produces whistling snores through his mouth with a thin layer of drool on his lips.Holy pancakes. Lucy is in my bed. Next to me—when the hell did he get here?I stare at the demon. Lucy has one arm forming a triangle underneath his head, showcasing his armpit. I never thought there would come a day for me to find a man's underarm hair sexy until this close-up image of Lucy. His bicep is bulging too, straining as he moves and sending a heatwave tumbling through me—my unwavering attraction to his masculine beauty is unsettling.I peer down—I'm wearing my oversized white t-shirt with a pug on it. Thank the lord. I'm
I'm not sure how much time we have spent flying through fat, wet clouds in the summer heat. My clothes are soaked, yet I don't want to leave the skies. Laughter is bubbling up within me every time Lucy throws us higher in the vast sky. To the point, I almost let go of his scales. Suddenly the gigantic dragon loops without warning. Adrenaline is pumping through me like the blood in my veins, and I laugh louder when he spins us around—you haven't lived to the fullest before having ridden a dragon. "This is amazing!" I shout. "You're incredible, Lucy!" Lucy screeches in response, taking us closer to the ground until we are soaring above a waterhole with a beautiful waterfall. Is he planning on taking us there? Green grass catches my eye, but it looks like a couple is already naked doing god-knows-what in the waterhole. I grimace. Lucy doesn't care. The dragon turns into a puff of smoke beneath me, and I panic, thinking I will fall and hit
I'm sealed inside the cave with Lucy, hidden from the rest of the world. My stomach is a bundle of nerves near him, having his crimson eyes observe my every movement.Why am I so nervous?It's just Lucy.A river runs from the cave's center, deafening most sounds, including my beating heart, and the air is damp and cold. It's refreshing, and I stalk deeper into the cave, aware of the hulking man following me."So, am I spending the night with you?" I ask and turn around with a small smile.Lucy meets my eyes, this god of a man. His lips curl to form a thin smile, and my stomach does this little flip. Confidential to him, I'm tense. There's a pit in my gut that's rapidly being taken over by flapping butterfly wings, and I can't stop smiling as he walks closer."Do you want to spend the night with me?" Lucy places a hand on my shoulder, his touch electric.His head is directly above mine, inches away yet nose to nose as he looks down at
Ever had a moment where you blink and suddenly realize the world isn't black and white but filled with nuances? Demons are evil, but Lucy wasn't rotten. Witches are supposed to be good, but my grandmother is far from innocent. I lift my gaze to glare at my grandmother. There isn't a sound, not a whimper coming out of my lips. She doesn't deserve to see my tears. Instead, I show her a frozen expression I've reserved only for her—murdering my mate was the last straw. We are officially waging emotional wars against each other. "You didn't have to kill him." I'm flickering my eyelashes to get rid of the tears. Where there is supposed to be a heartache now only lives resentment and burning anger. My grandmother lifts her chin, nose in the air. "He was a demon, Raven—he needed to be exorcised." Her eyes land on the burnt spot on the ground. "Sadly, we lack the power to kill a demon. Lucifer isn't dead." Hope, tiny although brilliant flash to
Today I'm in the library, skipping class and reading a book about what I think my second ability is called—psychometry. It's a form of extrasensory perception. The person with this ability feels an object, and bang, they can see the history of that item. When I touched that tree, I saw a girl dying, witnessed her last breathing moments. But while I would like to call my ability psychometry, I think my ability goes deeper than that. I saw Lucy in my dreams before I met him or touched anything that belonged to him, so maybe I don't need to make contact with something? I might be naturally psychic but unable to control it. "Hey." Blake takes a seat by my table. His eyelids are swollen, and his expression screams grief. I'm guessing he has been informed about Harriet's death. It would explain the signs of exhaustion on his face. He is wearing a black hoodie, with his eyes so swollen that I can barely make out their color. The surrounding air scree
I've been holding Harriet's hairbrush for an hour, passing it from one hand to the other, with no luck. Blake is reading an old newspaper we found about missing students. It seems people have been disappearing from our school for years.Blake points his finger at an article. "Listen to this: a Fae girl named Hannah was found dead in the lake. Her body was rotten, but otherwise, there were no signs of any weapon having been used. The teachers think she drowned."I nod. "The date?""She died in December 1993. I believe she was the first victim, and I doubt a Fae would drown. They don't enjoy swimming, to begin with, or at least Daisy hates it.""I see." I'm dragging a finger over my lips, finally having put down the hairbrush since it's not giving me any clues. "Lucy said that demons don't need to suck souls, but that a person can turn into a demon by eating souls. It's part of the process.""So we are dealing with someone wanting to become a demon?"
LucyA few days ago, I woke up without most of my memories. Luckily, I'm street smart—I know I've been in another realm before I woke up sweaty and confused in the darkest pit of hell. There is a blue mark on my neck to prove it, and the fragments I keep seeing of a woman's moving lips are another clue.The problem is, the only way to see this woman is to get smacked in the head, literally. So these days, my most fantastic hobby is fighting in the ring against other demons. The area with its lava and loud, cheering audience has become my home."Aaaand the next fighter is... LUCIFER!"The crowd goes wild as I step into the ring, drying my lips with the back of my hand. I have yet to see who my opponent will be, but I feel it won't matter—I can beat them."And his opponent will be... LAMIA!"I look at my opponent, aware of the crowd cheering louder for her than they did for me. She is a gigantic snake woman, one who smirks at me in