arm. Griffin spares him a glance, but then looks down at his grip on me and I see the change come over him.
The madness enters his gaze, filling it up with black smoke as he transforms into a monster before my very eyes. One intent on getting to his mate. Fuck! As much as I would love to see him rip this man to pieces, I need to speak to Assmos and find out everything.
We have to play this smart for once, not let our killer instinct lead, as hard as it is for both of us.
So, I do the only thing I can think of to do. I turn and punch Veyo in his smug fucking face. He howls as he falls back, and I see all the other nephilim turn my way, I wink over my shoulder at them, especially Griffin. “Handsy bastard. Didn’t even buy me a drink first.”
Turning back, I glare down at Veyo who’s crouching and clutching his broken nose. I let my eyes bleed black for a moment. “Touch me again and I will rip off that arm and feed it to the monsters below, understood?”
He doesn’t answer, too busy howling and spitting curse words. Bending down before him, I pull his hand from his nose, making sure it hurts. I lean forward and lick the blood from his nose and he shivers in revulsion, lurching backwards to fall on his ass. Licking my lips, I watch him. “You taste like fear.”
He leaps to his feet as I laugh, and his hand comes out to smack me, but I warned him. Grabbing it, I snap his wrist and fling him away. We all watch him sail into a tree with a thump. He’s on his feet in a second, eyes blazing yellow and face almost shivering with the need to transform.
“Come on, bird boy,” I taunt.
I watch as the change starts to sweep through him, but then a voice cuts through the air, stilling everyone. “Enough!”
We all turn to see Amos standing at the edge of the grass glaring, he turns his eyes to Veyo and snaps his fingers. Veyo screams as he falls to his knees, his hands gripping his head like a vice, his face contorted in agony. Amos stares at him as the man shrieks and writhes until, finally, he clicks his fingers again and Veyo falls to the side panting, as tears roll down his face. “You do not attack our guest, do not change ever again unless instructed to. Understand?”
“Yes, master,” Veyo whispers, loud enough for us all to hear.
I glance over at Griffin and give him a slight nod to let him know I’m okay, and he deflates a little, the madness retreating, just in time for Amos to look at me. “Apologies, Dawn, that was some nasty business. Shall we?” He gestures his arm behind him as he looks over at Griffin and the nephilim. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
They quickly launch into the sky, while some rush back to training, but not Griffin, he glares at Amos as I saunter over and walk past the council member. They have a stare down and I see Amos starting to step towards my mate. “Assmoss? Shall we? Torture can’t wait all day.”
He looks at me instantly and seems to forget about Griffin, which lets me relax. “Amos, Dawn, do not make me tell you again,” he cautions, his tone smacking me with power like a whip.
“Sure thing, Assmos,” I reply, and turn and saunter away, whistling to myself. This is the most action and fun I’ve seen in a few days. He throws his power at me again, but I just keep walking without a clue where we are going, just happy to be outside.
Eventually he catches up and steers me in the direction he wants me to go. We seem to walk for at least two miles until I feel like we are almost off the property itself. He also doesn’t look ruffled like I imagined he would outside in the real world, in fact he is very light on his feet and makes short work of the walk to whatever evil scheme he has planned for me now.
We head through the trees and the pine riddled back garden until he stops in what looks like the middle of nowhere. As far as I can see, there are only trees in each direction, I can’t even see the house from here. But then I feel it.