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Snickering, I tried to focus on what I was doing, but as my power continued to feed into their cuts, marking their skin with a symbol I’d never seen before, my growing pleasure came at the expense of their intensifying pain. It was their rigid expressions and contorted faces that told me so.
Before I could stop myself, my head fell back and a heady moan escaped my lips. The pleasure pooled between my legs and, horrified, I fought the oncoming orgasm. I’d never forgive myself if I came from some devil ritual. I’d never live down the shame, and that was a fate worse than death.
Before I succumbed to it, something snapped and a loud crack echoed in the room. The white glow around my hands disappeared and my legs gave out, sending me straight to the floor. Both men hit the ground right after, their collective weight a loud echo off the walls. Had I not been battling the urge to pass out, I would’ve made a comment about how “let the bodies hit the floor” had never been a more appropriate song to play.
It was basically my theme song now.
But the pull was too great. And before I understood what was happening, everything went black.
29
Killer Goth Girl Vibes
SUNLIGHT BIT AT MY EYES and I blinked rapidly, the fuzzy room soon coming into focus. Turning my head, the first thing I saw was my spiked bat, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of the space was familiar after a quick onceover, and memories finally clicked into place.
My room. This is my room.
The throb in my head put me into a sitting position, and for minutes I just held onto it, hoping the pain would ease. It hit so hard that I was reduced to a groaning beast for several minutes. But through the pain, something was off. Like I’d forgotten something—or maybe someone. The subtle nagging at the back of my head made the throb worse, and I cursed through another wave of debilitating anguish.
What was I doing before this? When did I fall asleep? What was I forgetting? If I hadn’t known better, I’d think I was severely hungover, but I rarely drank myself this stupid. Still, I couldn’t remember anything about the night before. Barely remembered who I was after several waves of throbbing agony. The annoying sensation of something forgotten kept me rooted to the bed for several minutes before the door creaked open and the shuffling of feet stole my attention.
“You’re up early for someone who was out hunting until nearly three in the morning,” someone called out, and I lifted my head to catch sight of a sea of blue-green eyes.
I wasn’t sure why when I saw the unique color something caught in my throat and squeezed painfully around my heart, or why his mere presence made emotions stir that I’d vowed never to feel again, not after a life spent bemoaning my shitty existence, but it took me several heartbeats to respond.
“Aidan? Wait, out hunting? I was out hunting last night?”
Why did that sound wrong? More importantly, why couldn’t I remember if I was out hunting?
“You took a pretty good knock to the head, but we got all of them. I’ll remind you that running off to do it all by yourself is the opposite of teamwork,” the South African chastised, his biceps bulging as he crossed his arms and tilted his head cutely.
Grumbling, I dropped my eyes and held my head. “I don’t play well with others, you know this. Besides, Ty is always a douche and a half. I’d rather be off fighting than listen to his incessant whining about procedure.”
“You could learn a little from him on procedure. It may have saved you the morning-after-head-bash pain.”
“Shut up, you asshole,” I hissed, holding my head when another throb punished my outburst. “So, I can thank the head bash for why my memories are fuzzy?”
“Are you having trouble remembering last night? I didn’t think someone like you could have that sort of trouble. Is this something you can’t heal from?” he asked like I’d know. We both knew everything about being a half-breed bitch was a mystery to me, too.
“Seems like my luck runs out in the memory department. It’s never made sense why I can heal wounds, regurgitate bullets, but still suffer from head pain. Or why I can run like the Flash and climb like Spiderman but still get white-girl drunk like the rest of these assholes. I guess we can just blame the human parts of me manifesting in fucked up ways.”
“Very true. I’m still a little confused about that myself.” Laughing, my longtime friend walked over and sat down next to me, dressed in his usual casual tee and jeans.
I stared at him, the sickening sensation that took my chest and throat by storm back again. The Shadow Stalker’s gentle smile was exactly the way it should be and nothing about the guy I’d known for years seemed off, so why did it all feel wrong? Why did it feel like he shouldn’t be here with me?
I struggled to say something, but Aidan touched my face and my mouth clamped shut in surprise. His fingers traced my cheek, his eyes following the path, and his smile slowly faded away before he cleared his throat and withdrew his hand.
“Well, no offense, Lady, but you look like shit. Bet that head pain is not being kind to you. Want something? I can bother Ty if he’s up. He usually keeps a pharmacy-level collection of pain killers and other medications in his room.”
“That dude has issues. He won’t even let me see his room because he’s convinced I’m going to steal his precious steroids. I’ll remind you that his room was mine not very long ago, so technically…” I trailed off, smirking.
Aidan tried to hide his smile, but I caught every sneaky second of it. “Lady, don’t you dare. I’ll never hear the end of it if you do something stupid. And you know he doesn’t take steroids. He’d flip his shit if he heard you say that.”
Shrugging, then regretting it instantly when it went straight to my head, I offered my friend an apathetic stare. “How about you tell me when he doesn’t have his panties in a twist. You’d bother me less that way.”
Sighing, Aidan stood up after patting my hand, then walked over to the door. “We’re scouting a new place tonight. Serena heard rumors there’s a strong demon in town, and this club’s name came up. We’ll need all hands on deck. We can’t take any chances. You in?”
“You had me at strong demon. You know I can’t resist that sort of violence.” The cogs in my head were slow to start, but I got to my feet and grabbed some clothes to change into. “Another club, great. Feels like I was out drinking all the booze they had at the bar last night.”
