“Damn it, Cassius! Open the door, NOW!”
Nothing.
The walls shook.
The bed shook.
I shook.
But the door didn’t move.
Alex turned his venomous expression toward me and cursed as ice filled my veins. “You bitch!”
My mouth gaped open. “E-excuse me?” What did I DO?
“What. Did. You. Do?” He repeated back to me like I was dumb. “Well you were born, so there’s the first misfortune. Then again, you wouldn’t even know your own age now, would you? Somewhere between twenty-five and forty? A little fuzzy? Those memories? Damn it!” He kept hitting the door with one hand. “Cassius, I will murder you!”
I frowned.
Could he murder an angel? Or Dark One?
“Cassius!” He roared as the lights flickered around the room then went completely out, blanketing us in darkness.
I shivered, and pulled my knees to my chest, absolutely terrified of what he would do. I didn’t know much about sirens, but I did know that they had very extreme emotions.
Obviously.
Suddenly a hand was on my arm.
Alex gripped me hard, his fingers pressing into my skin, and then his teeth tore into part of my wrist.
With a cry, I tried to jerk my hand away, but he was too strong.
He flipped my hand over.
And then quickly snapped his fingers onto the wound.
A small fire started below my wrist.
On the bed.
It was blue.
He cursed again.
While I was mesmerized by the flames that didn’t burn.
“Elf.”
Alex
London England 1815
“YOU’RE SO PRETTY.” Her fingernails scraped across my naked back while I dressed. “When can I see you again?”
I slept with her because I wanted to — no other reason.
I didn’t love her.