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Authors: P.T. Michelle
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on him and hope the mistletoe I set on the book is completely covering its blue edges.
Only this can’t be him, can it? I shake my head in confusion. “He…he obliterated you that night. I saw it happen. You’re supposed to be gone…” I trail off when another option occurs.
David’s face contorts in anger. “Being jabbed by that Corvus’ sword hurt like a motherfucker, but he didn’t just send the Lucifer demon—that Inferi—who’d taken over my body to Under. Your boyfriend’s sword also separated my soul from my body when he killed me, allowing me to take over any body I want now.” He glances down at Mr. Dixon’s hand fisted around the knife, then pushes the blade even closer. “Your teacher getting it on with your mom gave me perfect access. I just had to wait until that other Inferi stopped sniffing around here before I slipped into good old David’s lanky frame. Who knows…maybe I’ll stick around and see if your mom is cougar material.”
“Don’t even think of going near her,” I say, baring my teeth at the demon.
He chuckles, then the pain in my neck sharpens and a slight metallic taste fills my mouth. I’d been right about the other option; during their fight at the school dance, Ethan’s sword had sent the Inferi inside Drake’s body back to Under. But apparently Drake had been possessed too long by a Lucifer demon and his human soul had been fully corrupted. Ethan’s sword had killed Drake, turning his soul into a Furia—a single demon bound to Lucifer’s will and doomed to roam the Mortal world.
My fingers dig at David’s wrist, and I try once more to pull the knife away from my throat. This time, when I tighten my fingers and grip his skin, David glances at my hand in annoyance, noticing my hold on him for the first time.
“Stop screwing around!” he bites out. “I want that raven book you stole from me. And you’re going to tell me where it is. Right now .”
I jump when Houdini throws himself against the front door. Vicious snarls and frenzied defense mode barking alternate between scratches on the door. He smells the demon in our house.
During a split second of silence, a text comes through on my phone, drawing my attention. The second David follows my line of sight, instant recognition of the book’s edge underneath the mistletoe sparks in his eyes.
Laughing, he lowers the knife and leans over to push the plant out of the way, but his hand just stops. It’s like he’s hitting an invisible wall and a force field is protecting the plant. Even when he tries to use the knife instead, the knife diverts away. He can’t touch it.
Exhaling a breath of relief, I start to skirt past him, but he yanks my arm and shoves me against the island, his fingers digging into my skin painfully. “It must be the plant. Remove it.”
I lift my chin high. “You killed an innocent old man just to get that book. I’ll never give it to you.”
He snarls and sets the knife back against my throat. “Now, Nara!”
I try not to think about the stinging pain and shake my head as I grip his wrist, squeezing tight. David hisses, then slits his eyes and flexes his wrist, the blade applying pressure to my neck once more. “That book can elevate me much higher in Lucifer’s domain. He might even allow me entrance into Under as one of his demons in payment for bringing it to him.”
When a trickle of warm blood slides down my chest, my stomach roils with nausea. “You can’t have it,” I say, cinching my fingers like a vise around his arm.
An eerie growl rumbles from deep in his chest. “I have no issue slitting your throat and leaving you to die choking on your own blood if you don’t hand it over—”
David’s focus narrows on my hand on his wrist. Hatred flares in his eyes right before a foul smell quickly fills my nostrils.
As I fight the need to gag and wonder if the horrible odor is his demon stench, he dips his head and the blade against my neck slackens while he takes
Only this can’t be him, can it? I shake my head in confusion. “He…he obliterated you that night. I saw it happen. You’re supposed to be gone…” I trail off when another option occurs.
David’s face contorts in anger. “Being jabbed by that Corvus’ sword hurt like a motherfucker, but he didn’t just send the Lucifer demon—that Inferi—who’d taken over my body to Under. Your boyfriend’s sword also separated my soul from my body when he killed me, allowing me to take over any body I want now.” He glances down at Mr. Dixon’s hand fisted around the knife, then pushes the blade even closer. “Your teacher getting it on with your mom gave me perfect access. I just had to wait until that other Inferi stopped sniffing around here before I slipped into good old David’s lanky frame. Who knows…maybe I’ll stick around and see if your mom is cougar material.”
“Don’t even think of going near her,” I say, baring my teeth at the demon.
He chuckles, then the pain in my neck sharpens and a slight metallic taste fills my mouth. I’d been right about the other option; during their fight at the school dance, Ethan’s sword had sent the Inferi inside Drake’s body back to Under. But apparently Drake had been possessed too long by a Lucifer demon and his human soul had been fully corrupted. Ethan’s sword had killed Drake, turning his soul into a Furia—a single demon bound to Lucifer’s will and doomed to roam the Mortal world.
My fingers dig at David’s wrist, and I try once more to pull the knife away from my throat. This time, when I tighten my fingers and grip his skin, David glances at my hand in annoyance, noticing my hold on him for the first time.
“Stop screwing around!” he bites out. “I want that raven book you stole from me. And you’re going to tell me where it is. Right now .”
I jump when Houdini throws himself against the front door. Vicious snarls and frenzied defense mode barking alternate between scratches on the door. He smells the demon in our house.
During a split second of silence, a text comes through on my phone, drawing my attention. The second David follows my line of sight, instant recognition of the book’s edge underneath the mistletoe sparks in his eyes.
Laughing, he lowers the knife and leans over to push the plant out of the way, but his hand just stops. It’s like he’s hitting an invisible wall and a force field is protecting the plant. Even when he tries to use the knife instead, the knife diverts away. He can’t touch it.
Exhaling a breath of relief, I start to skirt past him, but he yanks my arm and shoves me against the island, his fingers digging into my skin painfully. “It must be the plant. Remove it.”
I lift my chin high. “You killed an innocent old man just to get that book. I’ll never give it to you.”
He snarls and sets the knife back against my throat. “Now, Nara!”
I try not to think about the stinging pain and shake my head as I grip his wrist, squeezing tight. David hisses, then slits his eyes and flexes his wrist, the blade applying pressure to my neck once more. “That book can elevate me much higher in Lucifer’s domain. He might even allow me entrance into Under as one of his demons in payment for bringing it to him.”
When a trickle of warm blood slides down my chest, my stomach roils with nausea. “You can’t have it,” I say, cinching my fingers like a vise around his arm.
An eerie growl rumbles from deep in his chest. “I have no issue slitting your throat and leaving you to die choking on your own blood if you don’t hand it over—”
David’s focus narrows on my hand on his wrist. Hatred flares in his eyes right before a foul smell quickly fills my nostrils.
As I fight the need to gag and wonder if the horrible odor is his demon stench, he dips his head and the blade against my neck slackens while he takes
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