He snatched his hand away, a blade appearing in it as he used his earth power and with a swipe of his arm he stabbed it right in my neck. The betrayal stung me like a wasp, the truth a monster that had been there all along, living in his eyes, always staring out at me. I’d been used. Used like an old rag to scrub a filthy window. And Jerome knew how I felt about being used. He knew I hated being the Incubus everyone needed, everyone except myself. And all along, he’d been the worst of all. I ripped the knife from my neck and he backed away, preparing to cast again, but I was upon him like a
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