Page 28 of My Demon Teacher
I turn my head and find Jace wincing beside me. The necromancer is struggling. His entire body is twisting this way and that, holding the two parts of the time witch separate.
Jace looks back at me.
“What the hell are you waiting for? Do something! I can’t hold him for long.”
Right. First things first.
I step forward, open my wings, and jump across the room where Vincent’s body is in agony.
A human’s spirit and body—well, anyone’s spirit and body, really—can’t be kept separate for long without causing irreparable damage.
Although the problem in the current situation isn’t the damage it will cause to Vincent. It’s the fact that Jace Starling is not a powerful witch. He can’t control his necromancing abilities, which means I only have seconds to act. I’ve already wasted enough of them.
I flick my hand and the knife the two brats were using to cut my beautiful boy flies to me. I lift Vincent’s head by the hair and pin his back to me. The knife slices his neck with a crunch that’s so satisfying it alone could make me come. Not because I’m a pervert. But because I take pleasure in ending anyone who steps between my soulmate and me.
The blue ethereal form of Vincent dissipates as Jace falls to the floor, gasping for breath, and the real Vincent bleeds to death.
“No! Vin. Vin, no!” Ryan shouts, but it’s too late for his friend.
I approach Jace and place a hand on his back.
“Are you all right?”
His heartbeat is erratic under my palm. His lungs are inflating and deflating at a rapid pace, but the man looks up at me and nods.
“Sorry. That took more out of me than I anticipated.” He looks down at Vincent and winces. “I…that’s not knocking him out.”
I help him back up to his feet and glare at him.
“He tried to hurt my Yu-jin. He doesn’t get knocked out. He dies.”
I don’t even notice my tone, but if the way Jace pulls back and his eyes bulge, I must have growled.
“Yeah. O…okay. Sure,” he mumbles.
“Sorry.” I let go of his hand and turn to look at the man of the hour.
The man who doomed two of his friends in order to steal my boy’s power.
“Unless you want to end up like them”—I point to the dead bodies—“you better release Yu-jin now, or Brimfang will eat you alive.”
Ryan doesn’t even flinch. He nods a little too eagerly and steals glances at Brim, who is watching me, waiting for my signal.
I flick my head to the side, and she dismounts. Ryan pushes himself to a sitting position and leans against his bed.
“I…I’m sorry. I just…I…my power is useless. I can’t…the world will eat me alive out there. I just…”
His stuttering would amuse me if I cared an ounce about his story or his reasons, but all he achieves is irritation.
I tap my foot and glare at the pathetic little man.
“You think I give a shit about you or place in the magic world? Release him. Now!” My entire body is set on fire by my anger, and I’m close, so close to aiming it at him, at this pathetic excuse of a human, but I take deep breaths and control myself. Because I’m also so close to getting my soulmate back to the world of the living.
Ryan closes his eyes and gulps. Each moment he stays like that is an eternity in torture and a lesson in patience. How dare he say he has no power. How dare he use that as an excuse for what he tried to do to my Yu-jin. Dreamwalking is a great power envied by many witches, even demons. Not many are blessed with it, and few can do what this shallow man can. Hold someone prisoner.
And yet he despises it.
Of course he does. He can’t show it off. He can’t flash it at people so he can raise his status. He can carry fancy, expensive spells like the one he used at the gym, but that’s not the same as having the power yourself, is it? That’s cheating. That’s what money can buy you. Money can’t buy you a different natural power.