Page 14 of Satan's Priest

I raised an eyebrow.

That confirmed my statement. She was a virgin. She couldn’t be both sexually active and terrified of the concept of sex, reduced to a blubbering fool when it was brought up.

“It was nice talking to you . . .” I let my words hang, silently asking for her name.

She licked her lips. My eyes dropped to her mouth. “Grace,” she answered with a tremor in her voice.

“It was nice talking to you,Grace.” How much of a coincidence was that? Of course he chose her. She was bathed in purity and born for this.

I stood up from the couch and walked away.

This wouldn’t be the last time I saw her tonight.

It had only just begun.

7

GRACE

Icouldn’t shake off the lead singer’s departing words as the night progressed, nor could I deny the disappointment I felt after our interaction. How could someone who created music that provided comfort and touched me deeply be such an asshole? I planned on burning their CDs and pictures when I got home, but there was no way I could listen to their music without thinking about my encounter with the singer.

“Do you plan on fucking one of us, too?”

My cheeks warmed with a blush, but anger boiled the blood in my veins. Why the hell would he assume I wanted to fuck them?

Maybe because you were interested in having sex with him.

I didn’t want to linger on that thought. I had a boyfriend. There was no one else for me but Sebastian.

The party began to draw to a close well past midnight, and less than a handful of us fans remained in the room. Some of the band members disappeared. The lead singer—aka asshole—was one of them. Layla found me hanging out on the couch, where I’d been since theassholeleft me.

“Ready to go?” she asked, this time not sounding as mad as she was earlier.

I got to my feet with a nod and swiped my hands across the back of my dress to smooth out the creases. “Yeah,” I mumbled.

She hooked her arm around mine, and we walked toward the door, leaving the VIP room. All the lights were on, and a few straggler employees were cleaning up the place. The bartender noticed me and gave a nod of farewell.

“Ugh, I could sleep for three days,” Layla said as she pushed open the front doors, and we stepped into the freezing night.

I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep my body heat from escaping. “Yeah,” I whispered.

Layla said nothing.

We walked through the mostly deserted parking lot, and I thanked god that she’d parked under the light since I was paranoid about being followed. I peeked over my shoulder, making sure we were alone. Layla used her key fob to unlock the doors. Her car chirped a few times as she hit the button repeatedly. I winced, trying to block out the annoying sound. It was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Okay, I think it’s unlocked now,” I said after the fifth chirp.

“Just want to make sure,” Layla sighed.

The streetlamp flickered as Layla slid into the driver’s seat. I stood beside the passenger door and squinted up at the blinking light. Electricity hummed through the bulb. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I shivered.

“Come on, or I’m leaving you,” Layla called from inside the car, then she slammed her door shut.

I shook my head and opened the door. The light burst, and a blanket of darkness descended over us. I screamed, ducking into the car, but hands grabbed me from behind and yanked me out.

“I’m not done with you, little sinner,” a deep voice whispered into my ear.

I fought against their strong hold and screamed until a hand came around my face, holding a sweet-smelling rag to my nose and mouth. Layla shrieked, and I watched as a gigantic figure dragged her from the car.