was doing here.”
“It’s all over the prison, precious,” Dallas cooed. “The new little demon girl who decimated a village on the outskirts of the Fae Winter Court. You left a trail of bodies through the forest.” He chuckled and ran his tongue over a pointy incisor. “That’s almost as bad as I was when I first turned.”
“Dallas!” Talon barked.
I whipped my head back and forth, dark hair lashing across my face. “I couldn’t have. I—I don’t even know how.”
Three pairs of eyes drilled into me, matching expressions of disbelief drawn into their faces. “How old are you?” Hayden asked.
I stiffened my lower lip. “Eighteen—almost nineteen.”
“Don’t you demons learn to control your powers earlier?” Dallas stretched across the table, piercing me with those dark pupils encircled in crimson.
“Not half-bloods,” Talon interjected.
I hated that he was right. Mostly I hated that he knew more about me than I did about him. The other two males kept staring at me expectantly so I continued. “Mine didn’t emerge until I was sixteen. I grew up in the human world until two years ago. And can we get back to the fact that none of you seem surprised at what I supposedly did?”
“You’re a demon that’s what you do,” Talon hissed.
I ignored his low blow because I really needed to find out what happened, and these guys had been the only ones to give me any sort of answers. “Then why don’t I remember any of it?”
Dallas shrugged. “Sometimes I’d black out in the beginning. Too much blood, I guess.”
Hayden ticked his head at a table full of males in navy jumpsuits just across the way from us. “Werewolves go pretty nutty with the full moon too. This guy I knew tried to take a bite out of me once. It comes with the territory.”
I shook my head. I’d been getting so far in my training with Emi. How could I slip up like this?
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, kid.” Dallas took a big bite of an apple that appeared out of nowhere and grinned. “It happens to the best of us.”
“Kid? I can’t be that much younger than you guys.” They all looked to be in their mid-twenties at most. But then again, Dallas and Hayden were wild cards. You could never tell with vampires or angels.
“He means because you just came into your powers,” Hayden explained.
“Oh, right.”
“Well, this has been fun, but I’m getting my breakfast.” Talon leapt up and disappeared into the crowd of supes milling around the food line. Just like last time, the rest of the inmates practically darted out of his way.
Dallas finished off his snack and stood next, headed in the same direction. Before the vampire got far, he spun around and shot me a pearly smile. “I don’t think they’re serving any fresh faerie souls up there, but I can grab you some oatmeal if you’d like.”
I glared at the jerk. “I’m not hungry. And I hope the pig blood is rancid.” Wasn’t that what vampires drank when they couldn’t get the human stuff?
Dallas chuckled as he joined Talon in line, skipping ahead of half a dozen other inmates. Again, no one said a thing.
“Azara, in here, having a less than savory rep isn’t a bad thing.” Hayden’s voice drew my thoughts back to the handsome angel. “It’s the difference between a semi-peaceful coexistence and a hellish torturous one.”
I nodded, chewing on the inside of my cheek. If I really did kill all those Fae, I deserved to be in here. For a second, I wondered what Hayden had done. Maybe it was better not to know.
I scanned the mess hall which had gone back to normal. The steady hum of chatter, the clatter of plates and trays dropping on tabletops filled the large space. My eyes landed on a table in the opposite corner of the room and to a pair of dark horns. Eyes so murky it was like staring into a bottomless void met mine. Delacroix smiled but with his thin lips and gruesome scar that tracked across half his face, it was closer to a sneer. I tore my gaze away and stared down at my clenched fingers. “What’s the deal with Delacroix, and why did he say I should’ve been in his block?”
“Again, your second question is easier than the first.” Hayden shifted in his seat, eyeing the hellus demon across the chamber. “Inmates are divided into blocks here based on supernatural race. The seven houses of Azar each get their