Chapter 1
Abby
Ilet out a frustratedsigh, throwing my pencil onto my beat up, worn down desk. Leaning back into my seat, I try to pay attention to my teacher, but all I can hear are the whispers of the surrounding students. No one cares about anything the teacher has to say, and the teacher cares just as little.
It's like she keeps on going just for the sake of saying she did her job, but could care less if we pass or not. It's not an unexpected thing here at Brimstone High. I mean, it is a school full of demons, after all. Getting A’s and passing classes is the last thing they have in mind.
Looking out the window, I watch Hellfire Forest burn in the distance. My eyes find this one bush that's been forever burning. As I watch, I daydream of leaving this literal Hellhole.
I don't belong here. I guess, technically I do, seeing as how my father is the King of Hell, and I'm set to rule with him one day, but I'm not like the rest of the students in this school. Not just this school, but in all of Hell. There aren’t many angels here, only a few fallen ones apart from my father and I. So fitting in is not really something I do, not that I care. I'm not bullied or anything, but I hear the rumors and whispers the others say behind my back. No one dares to mess with the Devil’s daughter, but that doesn't mean they have to like me either.
The bell rings, and I quickly snatch up my bag, rushing to beat the after school crowd. I make it to the front door before I hear my name being called.
“Abby!” Turning around, I see my best friend, Leo, running to catch up. I smile, watching him scramble past people to get to me. Leo is myonlyfriend. He's the one who's taken the time to get to know me and not be afraid of who my father is. He's a lot like me because neither of us take after our parents.
Leo is an incubus like his father, and his mother is a succubus. The difference between him and his parents comes into play when you realize that Leo is still a virgin. He hates what he is and doesn't feel like he should be out having sex, or feeding off other people's sexual energy, just because that's what's expected of him. But because of this, he's not getting the power he needs, and is practically powerless. If it wasn't for him being friends with me, he would probably be eaten alive by the assholes of this school, but being associated with me unofficially grants him immunity.
“Hey Leo,” I giggle, reaching up to brush his shaggy blond hair from his face that's now sticking up all over the place from running. When my fingers makes contact with his forehead, a little shock stings, causing me to quickly snatch my hand back. Leo rubs his forehead and blushes.
Oh, did I mention Leo is also my fated mate? When we first found out, we had just hit the age where most demons get their spark. Think of it as hitting puberty. Only for me, it's like I got hit with it twice. All the normal things a woman gets, added on top of the new hormones for my mate, rushed through my veins.
When we first sparked, both Leo and I freaked out. We didn't know what this meant for us or how it would affect our friendship. We have been best friends since the first day of kindergarten. We didn't want to ruin what we had.
After spending a few weeks away from each other, we couldn't stand to be apart anymore. Whether it was the impending bond or just that we truly missed each other, we didn't care.
So, we met up and talked it out. We decided to push the bond aside and stay friends, for now. We were only sixteen at the time, after all. We will have tons of time for more serious things like that in the future.
But it's hard. Whenever I see him, I get butterflies. He may be what people call ‘dorky’, but he is gorgeous. Being an incubus, you're almost guaranteed to be attractive. I have yet to meet one who isn't.
I’m always getting lost in his ocean blue eyes, wanting to run my hands through his silky blond hair. And his body. Dude has abs for days and arms that could easily lift me off my feet.
“Where are you off to?” he asks, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact. He shifts uncomfortably, like it hurts to stand still.
When my eyes find the impressive bulge in his pants, I know why. My eyes go wide and snap up to his. He blushes, scratching the back of his neck before taking his backpack off and moving it to cover his erection.
“Sorry. It's just...” he says, looking embarrassed.
“The spark, I know,” I say, and he nods.
He's not the only one affected by it. Anytime we touch, heat courses through my veins, leaving me wet and wanting. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had to take care of these feelings myself, alone at night in my room. Thinking of all the dirty things he could do to me...
“Abby,” Leo's voice snaps me out of my naughty thoughts. Looking up, I blush at the smirk on his face. It's like he knew what I was thinking.
“Sorry, what?” I ask, trying to play it cool.
“I said, can I come over?” he laughs.
“Oh, um yeah sure, I guess you can.”
“Cool.” He smiles, and we take off to my place.
LEO AND I ARE HANGINGout in my room watching TV on my bed when my dad bursts through the door.
Leo jumps off the bed, stands, then bows before his King. I shake my head and roll my eyes before giving my father my attention.
“To what do I owe this wonderful pleasure of being granted an audience with the ‘oh great and powerful one?” I say in an overly dramatic and sarcastic tone. Leo sucks in a breath. He’s never gotten used to how my father and I talk to each other. Everyone in Hell is terrified of this man, but to me, he's like a big teddy bear.
“Ahh, I do love your brand of sarcasm, Gail.” He laughs, and I groan at his choice of a nickname for me.