of these little shits question what I’m doing here, I’ll lie and say I was looking for Kastros.
A few of Katrina’s classmates come pouring out, and I roam my eyes over them dismissively. One of the little human men—Tim? Tom? Augustus? Fuck if I know—seems to have gotten that hideous mole on his face removed. Good for him. I always thought he was an ugly fucker with it.
Alanna—that weird girl with braces—levels a piercing glare my way, one I give her right back, and she pauses suddenly, before nodding in what looks like respect.
And then there’s William, a jovial smile lighting up his stupid face. I resist the urge to bare my teeth at him as he swaggers by, because I’m jealous as fuck that this is the first man Katrina ever loved. I don’t want to think about her with anyone that isn’t a part of my murder. From our conversations, I know she didn’t do anything with this cocky prick, but the mere thought that she might’ve makes me see red.
When Kastros finally exits the classroom, sans Katrina, I feel my heart taking a running leap straight off the side of a cliff.
“Where’s Katrina?” I demand, pushing myself off the wall and stalking towards him. His large muscles flex as he uncrosses them, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Well, where the fuck is she?”
He begins to sign to me rapidly in demonic sign language.
Don’t be an asshole. Where is she? he asks, confusing the ever-loving shit out of me.
“She has decathlon after school! With you!” I roar, resisting the urge to strangle him. It might actually be difficult, considering he’s built like a fucking tree trunk. I’m not even sure if both of my hands could fit around his thick neck, but I’ll sure as fuck try.
I sent her to your office about fifteen minutes ago, Kastros signs, and this time, there’s the distinct glaze of panic in his dark eyes. She wanted you to ride home with us, but she was worried it would cause suspicion if you showed up here.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!
We’ve been on high alert since the confrontation with the angels and then with her parents. We haven’t heard from either group in about a week, but instead of lulling me into a false sense of security, I’m becoming restless. Antsy. The need to do something, anything, is riding me hard.
Did something happen? A vision of Katrina being captured by the angel fuckers plays on a loop in my head, and I feel physically nauseous. My heart threatens to drop through my stomach like a heavy rock and smash to the ground, leaving nothing but a paint-like splatter of blood. If something happened to her…
I can’t think like that. I would quite literally go insane.
“Come on,” I hiss, turning on my heel and walking the familiar pathway between the decathlon classroom and my office. Surely, if she was coming to see me, I would’ve seen her. So something, or someone, must’ve derailed her.
Another image pops to the forefront of my mind, this one depicting a lifeless Katrina lying on the ground with blood pooling around her. Mother fuck. My own mind is filling me up with nightmares. I can feel the tenuous grip I have on my sanity snapping as my claws push through my fingers. My wings rustle in my back, threatening to break free, but I reel them in. The last thing I need is to demon-out right here in the middle of the fucking school.
Kastros isn’t faring much better. His eyes are red-rimmed as his entire body oozes vengeance and pain. Lots of fucking pain. If I didn’t know any better, I would almost say he’s a pain demon like Akor.
A low noise emits from the center of my chest, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m growling like a feral animal.
“Katrina!” My voice is more beast than human, more monster than man. I can barely speak through my sharpening canines as I glance in both directions, half expecting an angelic asshole to leap around a corner with a blade pressed to Katrina’s throat.
What I see is ten times worse.
It’s Katrina…with a high school boy.
He says something to her too softly for me to hear, and she releases a genuine laugh, a wide smile blossoming on her beautiful face. Anger thrums through my body as I stare at the unfamiliar man with narrowed-eye suspicion. Who the fuck is he? And why is he talking to Katrina?