Page 53 of Fear the Fall
“Get out of my head,” I grate through clenched teeth.
He spins me around so that we’re face to face, our lips so close that if I leaned in only a fraction, they’d touch.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
My eyes meet his intense gaze.
“I didn’t send those demons after you.”
Such an odd conversation starter. Of all the things left unsaid between us, that’s not where I thought this would begin.
“Why should I believe a word you say?”
“You have to know I’d never let anything happen to you.Isaved you from the demons, zombies, and those pathetic excuses for angels,” he seethes. His eyes search mine, looking for something I refuse to give him. “I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Victoria.”
“Stop saying my name,” I yell, feeling out of control and vulnerable for the first time in two years. “You’re evil. You’re vile,” I say, clutching my head.
“You chose to fall. You did that all on your own,” he says, sounding wounded, but I’m no fool. He’s the king of deceit. I won’t fall for it this time.
“Youliedto me,” I sneer. “You tricked me.”
He pulls me closer to him, our chests touching, and the heat that runs through me is so intense I almost buckle under the weight of it. It’s pleasure manifested, and I hate that he can make me feel this way. I hate that after everything, I still want to be in his arms.
It’s his demonic power over me. Nothing more.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel whole,” he says, and I don’t react to the fact he’s still in my head. “That fallen angel you’ve decided to shack up with can’t make you feel the way I can. Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he fumes. “If he were here now, I’d tear him limb from limb. I wouldn’t end his life slowly. Not after what he’s done.”
“He didn’t do anything. You’re here because he has something you don’t want him to have.”
He nods. “True. I suppose you know me too well.”
“I don’t know you at all.”
“Let’s not lie to each other. I know you and your body—well, most of it—very well.”
“You’re disgusting.” My teeth grind together and my hands ball into fists at my side.
“No, love. Territorial.”
I bark a deranged laugh. “You don’t own me, Satan. I’m with Zeke now. Deal with it.”
“Where did he run off to?” Luke says, a knowing smirk plastered on his face. “Did he tell you about his little hookup with the Nephilim?”
“What do you know about the Nephilim?” There’s only one girl in the group I’ve met, and it was pretty obvious at our first meeting she didn’t like me on the spot. I try to rein in the sudden surge of jealousy, because it doesn’t matter. Luke’s knowledge about what Zeke might be hiding is more important.
“We aren’t skipping the gritty details of your boy’s line of love affairs. It’s too good to not discuss.”
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I pushed him away for too long. What he did during that time isn’t my business.”
“Tell yourself that, love. I can practically taste your jealousy.”
“I’m not jealous. It’s me he sleeps beside.”
Luke chuckles. “Then you won’t be at all mad that he’s known from the beginning who she is and what she is. Along with her band of Nephilim.”
My blood boils. “How do you know this?”
“I know a great deal, Victoria. Stick around. I’ll blow your mind with all my knowledge.”