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Grayson is standing two seconds away with Toodles, yet he can’t hear my muffled screams or when I kick over my bookcase trying to get away from another of the masked beings, who shackles my wrists together with metal cuffs.
The same person who appeared in front of me a month ago on the beach is staring down at me—dark brows, white hair that falls over his left eye, tall enough to make me crane my neck.
“Seraphine Winters!”
“I think the human likes being on her knees for everyone. Maybe she should stay there. It seems to be the only place she belongs.”
Dane Dalton
Welcome to Quarrierton Academy, where violence is praised, and the weak and mortal are punished.
Never in my twenty years
There are a vast number of realms, and apparently, mine is the safest and not currently being overtaken by a curse. I’ve learned about three so far. Water, air, and fire.
Can you take your little ghost hands off me now? As much as I love being held down and degraded, I have a boyfriend, and I’d like to go to my next class.”
“I’ll rip these legs off, and when you beg for mercy with tears in your eyes, I’ll snap each bone in your body, if only to hear the way you scream.”
“You’ll know when I am. Right before the soul leaves your body for good—only then will I be done with you.”
“That was poetic. Did you rehearse that?”
“You should work on your tone. It’s getting scary, but not enough to make me beg you to stop. Maybe you should abracadabra back into your real form and fuck off?”
Seraphine Winters and Dane Dalton.
“Please keep your childish thoughts to yourself,” he says, and I feel all the blood draining from my face. “Touch my hair and I will hex you.”
Humans rule, and give him it back. “There. Now leave.” He stares at the phone. “Can you show me how you did that?” Then he brings the screen to his face and squints at it. “Remove this. I don’t want such messages to be connected to me.”
“You can just say you don’t know. Unless you’re two hundred years old, then it would be weird that you keep targeting someone a hundred and eighty years younger than you. You say humans are pathetic, yet you’re acting like one by bullying me. You, Dane Dalton, are the pathetic one.”
Reading helps pass time, but the only books here are educational, guides to torture, and spell books. I accidently took one back to my room and read it while I was bored, and now I know how to summon a demon.
“Obsession is a persistent need to know someone, to not be able to stop thinking of them or to control them. If I were obsessed with you, mortal, you would be chained to a wall in my room where I could keep an eye on you.”
“You will refuse our partnership, little mortal. Because if I ever have to fuck you, I’ll make sure it kills you.”
Me: You can’t threaten my life and text me like you haven’t. You are by far the weirdest dude I’ve ever met. Psychotic behavior. You really won’t last in my world. They’d make a documentary about you before giving you the lethal injection. He’s going to give me a rundown of my death again, I can just tell. He’ll use excessive amounts of detail and make out that I’m a vile creature he’d never touch. Yet he was hard as a rock last night. Unless arousal or getting a hard-on is a side effect of his anger. After all, I don’t know what species he is. Dane: What is a documentary?
Stuck on an island with magical, mythical creatures. A bully who’s told me on more than one occasion that he wants to kill me—who follows me around the castle, breaks into my room to ask me how to use a mobile phone, and gets hard when he sees me in my sleepwear.
“As soon as you stop crying, get the fuck out of my room.”
“Do you want to fuck me, mortal? Do you want me to slide my cock between your legs and make you forget your precious professor?”
“No! You blew in here like Peter Pan with your shadows before I could stop him!” Dane stares at me for a long second. “Who?” “You have no chance in my world.”
“Okay, Peter,” I reply, walking to the desk and collecting the list. “Read it.” “Do not call me by another’s name.”
“That’s why you want me to fuck you.” I turn to face him, not realizing how close we actually are. “If you got my text, I said it was an in-the-moment thing. I’d rather fuck a cactus.”
“I can assure you that I will not get used to it. Now, tell me. Who is Peter Pan? Does he wield the power of shadows too?”
A few moments pass, then I’m pulled against him again. “Just to be sure we did the full six hours,” he whispers against my ear. “Okay?”
The divine darkness does not exist without her.
The heir of all the realms will wield the power of darkness until its love returns. Death to her, death to all.
Prince of Darkness.
“Who did this to you?”
“Words, mortal,” he hisses. “Follow your own rules and give me fucking words.”
“When I say it’s fine, I mean it’s fucking fine.”
Our souls beg to intertwine—a desire, a need so strong I think I might pass out. Each time we connect, more shadows appear in the room—the ground, the ceiling, the walls full of them. I can hear some of them, repeatedly saying words I can’t decipher. They aren’t the same as the ones that keep me company in my room. These ones seem… hungry and desperate, with an insatiable thirst for something.
I have the sudden urge to drop my towel and order him to kneel,
I want to get back to my life. But I think he wants to burn my world to the ground.
“As much as Orsen knows how to fuck, seeing him begging for mercy is a little nauseating,” Mel says. “Um, hi? I can hear you?” Orsen shakes his head. “This entire day is a nightmare.”
“Do you forget I can read you so easily? I can hear your pulse racing. It’s like a fucking drum in my ears.” Dane steps into me, chest to chest, and I have to crane my neck back to look at him. “I don’t bore you. I awaken something in you that you can’t control. I can see your eyes dilating.” He inhales deeply, and his eyes close momentarily. “Fuck, the smell of your arousal drives me insane.”
“So warm and soft, little mortal. If I touch you here…” I let out a whimper as something strokes between my legs, and everything throbs. “Will you be wet?”
If I kiss her again, it will be done, I hear his thoughts, but I don’t make it obvious. I’m not ready for this to be done.
“And stay away from Valin. He’s looking to claim you, and I don’t share.”
Living is so tiring sometimes.
“No. I simply materialized you into the castle’s lake, left you for a minute to think about your actions, then brought you back.” He leans against the sink, crossing his arms. “I said midnight.”
I know you can hear me. Drop the fucking attitude, stand the fuck up, and kiss me like a good little human.
Would it be acceptable for him to be inside me while I slap him?
I kind of feel weird kissing you now. I’m not into age gaps.”
Dane gives me a death stare before he straightens, pulls off his belt with terrifying slowness, and tosses it. The strap of leather floats into his walk-in closet. He begins unfastening his shirt buttons, starting from the top. “You talk too much.”
Hot
He studies his cufflinks with fascination as he unhooks them.
My gods
