I hung my head and then gave it a shake. “Never mind, I’m going to go home.”
“Alone?”
“Well I do have a roommate now thanks to you.” I said in a dry tone. “Whoever thought sending me a werewolf was a good idea?” I held up a hand, forestalling his answer. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll discover and kill them later.”
“Be gentle. He’s young.”
“He’s seven hundred years old. He’ll be okay.” I rolled my eyes and stalked off. Gravel crunched beneath my boots as I made my way over to my black Ferrari. The engine came alive with a growl, and I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
Empty.
So empty.
I hated that feeling.
The hunger that accompanied it.
That was one thing you never learned as a demon, that no matter how many souls you’ve been fed…
You will always want.
That was the great cruel joke of being a fallen race.
You were still lacking in every way, still wanting more. I still craved the taste on my lips as I took a life and relished in their death. Hunger pains assaulted until I had to close my eyes to shut them out.
And when I opened them, all I saw was red until slowly, the blue replaced it.
Always fighting.
Always two sides.
Hah, King of the demons.
I wondered what they would all say if they knew the truth… That I wasn’t just a demon… never have been, never would be.
TIMBER
I was maybe one mile into my drive when my cell went off.
“Give me good news, Saint.” I grunted as one of my associates chuckled on the other end, ah, it wasn’t going to be good. And the day was going so well wasn’t it?
“Sorry, Timber, Tarek’s working out just fine.”
I almost exhaled in relief. It’s not like a werewolf, especially a royal one, knew how to be polite around so many demons, it wasn’t in their nature to befriend something dark, no it was in their nature to completely destroy it with their bare teeth, and yet I had him working at one of our bars. What the hell had I been thinking?
Oh, right…
Give him a chance.
Let him see something outside of his home in Scotland, allow him to get groomed for the role he would eventually take by Mason’s side as his younger brother, blah, blah, blah, blah—oh, look a hummingbird, blah.
“So what’s the problem?” I was already turning around and making my way into the city. I owned a dozen bars around the Puget Sound, my largest was called Soul, get it? Soul? Because none of us had one, and we used it as a way to lure humans into our sanctums and suck them dry.
But those were the good ol’ days.
Now my race was divided between those who wanted redemption, who, when we did leave this earth, wanted to be reunited with the Creator… and those who looked forward to the Abyss, Hell, Tartarus—whatever you called it, it didn’t have unicorns and sunshine.
There weren’t many left that were fully dark, but the ones that were, seemed to keep to themselves. I’d cleaned every bar up and only allowed my men to feed on a woman if she was willing.