Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,27
in anything they want to achieve? Why can't I do the same? Is it my abandonment and fear of being a weak human that still haunts me?
Reaching a forest, I made my way one step at a time. My feet throbbed, and I longed to sit down, but there wasn't anywhere in this forest to camp out. Who knew what time it was, but the moon was high in the sky, and I needed rest.
Finally coming to a stop, I leaned against a tree.
"So tired," I whispered, my heart sinking. All of this had made me acknowledge my regrets. Not just the obvious mistake of running into a random Uber and thinking I was going to get home just fine, but regrets that revolved around the guys.
I yearned to tell them all the ways they'd impacted me. Each time I was in a sticky situation, there was a lesson I'd remember from them and apply that saved me.
Those years of learning and training were hard and annoying for a sixteen-year-old, but now, at twenty, each of them was coming handy.
Like the time I learned self-defense from Adonis.
* * *
"You're teaching me self-defense?"
He relaxed on the bench with his legs crossed. Compared to my sports bra and black tight fitness gear, he was in dress pants and a black silk dress shirt.
He tugged at his tie, loosening it as he gave me a good up-and-down look.
"Yup."
"You're sitting down."
"I'm glad your vision is working wonderfully," he teased and continued eyeing me. I groaned and put crossed my arms over my chest.
"Everett said checking me out for the duration of the lesson isn't allowed."
"Oh, really? Do I actually have to work?"
"Adonis," I groaned. "I should have hired my own instructor."
"No one is a better teacher than me."
"How about your brother?"
"He doesn't count, seeing as he's basically me, but with a bad anger problem."
"Bad doesn't define it in the least," I muttered and turned around. "All right, I'm going to go do yoga or something seeing as you're not going to—EEP!"
I shrieked as I was pulled by my ponytail and fell back onto the blue mat beneath me. I blinked in shock, my mind playing catch-up as to how I went from walking away to on the ground and staring up at a smirking Adonis, his arms pinned next to my face.
"First rule of self-defense. You have to expect the unexpected. That right there is something that can happen at any time and you just lost."
"I...still have a fighting chance!" I stuttered.
"What chance?" He lowered until our lips were inches apart. "You've already lost."
His whisper sent a shiver down my spine, and I refused to believe what he said was true. I didn't want to lose, and even if he'd caught me off guard, I still had a fighting chance.
I lifted my right leg, hitting exactly where I wanted to, and Adonis cursed and fell right on his side while holding his balls.
"Cassandra!"
I quickly got up and put some distance between us before I pointed at him. "AH HAH! I had a fighting chance and Everett also said you can't use your damn sexy voice on me!"
"He also said you shouldn't kick us in the damn balls! You know how fragile they are."
"You're an incubus. You'll live."
"That's not the problem here." He groaned. "I need these to have sex!"
"Hmm. Not really." I shrugged. "Not like you survive on sex or anything."
"You don't know that."
"I read it in a book. The one you told me to read before self-defense class to learn about weaknesses for supernaturals."
"Balls isn't a weakness for an incubus," he argued.
"You're right," I confirmed and winked. "It's the weakness of all men."
With a giggle, I ran as fast as I could.
"Cassandra Thorn, I'm going to kick your ass!"
"Try it! I'm good at kicking yours and your balls!" I screamed back.
* * *
Their training was never too serious — minus a few moments with Otis — but it was more than enough to give me a lot more confidence than the typical human had in a world of supernaturals.
"Finally found the golden ticket."
My body grew hot in seconds, and I twirled around in time to avoid the darting hand that tried to grab me. Pushing off the ground, I jumped back, my eyes on a tall man with sharp green eyes that looked reptilian — the same eyes that looked down at me before I raced away.
This must be the alligator. Something as big as what I saw had to be a shifter