She’s got to be kidding.
“You have a scarred bite mark – “
“That doesn’t matter,” she snaps at me. “It’s a stupid scar I get to live with for the rest of my life. I don’t need you or anyone else pointing out what is very clearly fucking obvious to me. It means a shitty devil used me as a blood bag for a few years andnothingelse.”
So she does know about the significance of scarred bitemarks. The type of claiming they are and the primal nature of them for those of us who have fangs. She knowsexactlywhat it means. . . and she’s shoving it away as if it means nothing because she wasn’t given a choice in being marked.
Is that why she was so upset when Castiel flaunted her bitemark on him?
I’m going to beat his fucking ass.
The devil tried to feed her his blood as well, Thorne adds. Our minds still linked meaning he can hear every thought.And because of the blue belladon that was within the fangs and the knife she used on herself, she not only smells like the flower but her body is continuously acting to survive against it. That’s why she needs regular food as well as blood, and why she apparently sleeps too.
That would make sense. That would also explain why she didn’t die long after she should have when she had been cut with Thorne.
After Castiel took her I couldn’t stand to watch her feed from him. To feel his pride and lust. For some reason it’s different feeling it from Darian and Thorne – even from Varian too – but I don’t like the demigod. So I had left, and I had not wanted to hear about whatever else had happened that night. It must have been afterward when Thorne learned all of this.
“Are you alright?” I ask cautiously.
She flashes irritated light pink eyes at me before giving us her back and surveying the arena. “Is there a reason you both are here? I have a job I need to finish.”
I almost forgot the whole reason I was supposed to be here in the first place. There’s a cart beside her I hadn’t noticed before. Cleaning supplies, buckets, rags all are piled on it and I fully comprehend that she’s wearing the same jumpsuit the cleaners around the school wear.
“You got a job?”
Her shoulder stiffen. “So?”
Unable to stand still, I shove my hands into my shorts pockets and shift my weight from foot to foot. “It won’t be a lot with school and all the assignments?”
Her hand grips the stick of the mop as she huffs. “Not all of us are blessed with access to our mommy and daddy’s money,” she snaps. “If I want to be able to finally afford basic necessities, not to mention actual food over the weekends, I need money. I can’t ask my family because they don’t even know I’m here so Idon’t really have a choice, Callahan. Now is there a reason you both are still here or will you be leaving?”
Back to all her fire and sass. It makes me wonder where it had went before. Why it comes and goes.
“We’re training,” Thorne finally answers. “You can clean later.”
A beat passes, and instead of snapping back her shoulders drop an inch and she turns to face us. A solid wall of nothing greets me and I’m so close to trying to push past her shields to figure out what she’s thinking.
“Will you be using the machines upstairs?” she asks cordially. “I can clean up there until you’re done?”
I test her walls. Run invisible fingers around her mind to see if there are any cracks or fractures I could slip between. For most people there’s always something. A weak link, an area they can’t fully shield. Especially when their emotions are raging, most people can’t deal with their emotions while holding a strong enough shield to prevent a devil from going in.
Not all devils can infiltrate minds, but most can.
And yet. . .
A small, barely registered pulse ripples from her. Vampire’s don’t have a lot of magic as is, aside from their gained strength and occasionally they can pick up bits of magic from whoever’s blood they drank that turned them if it’s strong enough. It’s why she feels like she doesn’t have any magical energy and barely any aura around her.
However, that single, small pulse was pure wrathful power.
Slowly, she turns and pale pink eyes lock on mine with so much darkness. So much violence and I have no doubt she’d be able to pull through with the threats she had spoken to Thorne and Darian last weekend. Her controlled fury rivals even Thorne’s.
“I said you weren’t like the Sun Devil,” she murmurs softly. “Did I speak too soon?”
Such quiet words spoken, but they pierce my chest with so much force. The Sun Devil was the one who abused her. The one who fed and scarred her. He –
Was a devil, I hear Thorne murmur in the back of my mind.The likelihood he was able to get into her mind is high.
And I just fucked up.