Obsidian Sky

“You shouldn’t ignore me, darling. That’s very rude.” He sounded closer than before.

A thousand curses landed on my tongue. They would have made Gemma proud, if I’d spoken them.

“Don’t you want to know where I was?” I could feel his eyes on my back.

I set the generator on a worktable and started to find the wires I wanted to use for it. The hairs on the nape of my neck rose with every step Davin took toward me.

“I need to concentrate,” I said without turning. “Go away.”

He made a sharp, tsking noise. “And I thought you wanted to about my meeting with my baby brother.”

The wires slipped from my hands. I whirled around, my hand gripping a screwdriver before I realized it. I met Davin’s red eyes, then glanced at the blood painting the lower half of his face.

My chest tightened. 

“What did you do to him?” Whether my voice shook from fear, rage, or both, I didn’t know.

Davin smiled. I lunged with the screwdriver.

He was more than ready. 

Davin’s hand snared my wrist and wrenched the improvised weapon from my grip. I clenched my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable strike. 

It never came. Davin’s laugh infected the air around me. I cracked my eyes open and felt heat rise in my cheeks. 

“Nice try, darling,” he taunted before shoving me back. My tailbone struck the edge of the worktable, jolting the tools across the surface. I stood my ground and waited. He’d rattled me into action, and he would never pass up the chance to boast.

“Now I know another way to get under your skin.” His bloody eyes slithered down my body, no doubt undressing me with his mind. But in his mind, he was probably using his claws, and I was probably screaming. 

Davin licked his blood-covered lips. My stomach rolled.

“Next time I’ll have to keep the lie going,” he drawled.