Before she finished, I pushed her to the side and darted toward the tree. I should have been able to outrun her with my demon genes, but I hadn’t taken her wings into consideration. In a blur, she was on me, and I fell. Shoved to the ground, with my face pressing into the dirt, her falcon feet dug into my spine. She flapped her wings for balance, each time sending a sharp crack throughout the night.
“You fool,” she
growled. “I was trying to help you.”
I attempted to push
myself up, but with another wave of her wings, she cemented me to the ground.
“I don’t need your help,” I spat, although I wasn’t sure how angry I sounded
with my voice muffled against the damp dirt.
She cackled and
dropped to her knees on top of me. Her wings cast a dark shadow over my face
but I still noticed how close she was. The sensuality that was a part of her
didn’t disappear when she changed forms. Leaning in close enough to whisper she
said, “You do. I’ve been around centuries more than you. And I can see
it…you’re not going to survive if you keep denying yourself what you desire
most.” She bit my earlobe gently between her teeth. I shivered. “I can teach
you, young friend. You don’t have to be miserable anymore.”
Struggling beneath
her unusual strength I let out a grunt and tried to maneuver away. “Piss off,”
I said to her for the second time tonight.
SCORCHED: A Leila Marx Novella, Coming January 2014.
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