Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“I’ll get it,” Father called out.
“Of all the times for him to be feeling better,” I said, hopping up and running for the back door. “Father, no—”
The door swung open to reveal a man and woman standing shoulder to shoulder. The woman opened her mouth to ask a question before she spied me at the back door. The man beside her was the first to spot the spray of blood across my shirt. He nudged her. It took all of a few seconds for her to put it together.
They surged through the front door, knocking Father out of the way. A burst of fire fueled me, and I turned and launched down the back steps. Before I reached the fence, I took a quick detour and snatched the sword from the ground. I hop-stepped as I labored to tuck it into its sheath. I’d need to practice that move.
“I’ll take care of it,” I yelled at Hannon as I jumped, grabbed the top of the fence, and hauled myself over. We really needed to think about adding a gate back here.
A hand caught my ankle. A grunt, and the hand released.
As I flung my body over, I caught sight of Hannon with his axe again, readying for another blow. The male demon staggered to the side, howling with agony as he reached over his shoulder to the center of his back.
“Go, Finley!” Hannon yelled.
My feet dropped down, and I hesitated for a moment. No way was I going to go if the demons stayed behind.
A moment later, though, small hands gripped the top of the fence. The female demon planned to pursue.
“I’ll be back,” I yelled, turning to run.
“Don’t come back, Finley. It’s not safe for you here…”
The words drifted into the night as I put on a burst of speed, hearing the lady demon drop down to the ground behind me. Adrenaline surged through me, but my heart caught on Hannon’s words. Don’t come back. But where would I go?
The answer smacked into me, but I didn’t have time to absorb it. I ran through an alley and out onto the lane. I needed speed now, not stealth. The footsteps of the demon were fast on my heels, gaining.
Go, go, go, I urged my animal, pulling her as close to the surface as possible without letting her take full control. I need more.
This would be a really good time for four legs.
Power thrumming through me, we put on a burst of speed, tearing down the center of the lane. At the end, we turned right and blasted past my reading sycamore. The edge of the wood jiggled in my vision as we sprinted. The demon’s boots behind me ate up the ground, hot on my heels.
Almost there, I said.
I still don’t see why we can’t stop and kill her here.
Because if someone sees me kill her, they will know I killed her. In the wood, any manner of things can happen, like the beast getting both of us. Hannon can say I’ve died, they can pretend to mourn—
Okay, okay. I get it. Almost there.
Took you long enough.
A branch scratched my cheek as I burst through the perimeter of the Forbidden Wood. I ran a pace, wanting to get in nice and deep. That blasted owl screeched, closer to the perimeter than usual. It probably held a grudge because I’d tried to hit it with a rock. One of these days I would get it, just to make it bugger off.
Breathing ragged, I got to a small, open patch and staggered to a stop, playing up that I was tired. The female demon slowed, her large bosom rising and falling. It had never occurred to me that they might not be able to go on forever. Her heavily lidded gaze took in my sword and my stance; she was probably correctly ascertaining that I’d had zero training with a sword and likely didn’t know what I was doing with it. Little did she know that I didn’t need a tutor to figure out how to stick the pointy end into her person. Still, I did wish I’d grabbed my dagger instead. I had more finesse with it.
“Nice blade,” she said in a delicate purr. “No common girl has a blade like that. You must have rich friends.”
“Common girls know how to steal. By the by, do sex kittens know how to fight?”
“Even kittens have claws.” She wound closer with a seductive smile. Her magic curled around me, caressing, stroking. Bile rose in my throat.
“Gross. Stop that.” I took a step toward her. Time to get this done.
“Your eyes are glowing,” she said. “That means you have enough power to access your animal. Can you shift, as well?”
“No. You can, though, right? What sort of nightmare do you change into?”
She laughed. “Hmm. Sassy. I like that. Why don’t you give up this tough-girl routine and succumb to me? I’ll take good care of you, I promise. Have you ever had a woman lick your pussy? We’re better at it than men. We know what feels good, how best to tease your orgasm until it explodes through you. You’ll like it.”