I didn’t have to pretend at being pissed the fuck off when the asshole demon’s foot kicked me over onto my stomach, his heeldigging into my spine with enough pressure that with just one more press he would fucking sever it.
I snickered through the gag, my eyes flashing up at him in knowing, meeting the brightness of his own. Oh this bastard was enjoying this.
Fucking demons.
Growling loudly, I squirmed a bit pathetically. This would be the time Ethereal would tell me my acting was abysmal but again…audience.
I heard the soft landing of the angel just feet away from us instead of smelling him, my nose obliterated from Zazion’s strike. No matter, I didn’t want to smell his spoiled rot anyway.
I fake roared through my gag, thrashing a little bit against the chains, then stilled when a sharpened object dug into the back of my neck, threatening to puncture the vulnerable flesh. “I’d stop squirming like a fucking worm before I slice open your spinal cord, fae,” Zazion growled.
“This doesn’t look much like the panther you went hunting for, Zazion.”
I stilled, pretending to breathe heavily through my gag, low rumbling growls emitting from my chest.
The demon chuckled. “That’s because hes a fucking shifter, Shaniel. Honestly, did heaven not educate you enough on the other beings of this world, or is your brain truly full of feathers too?”
The grinding of the angel’s teeth was audible to my sensitive hearing. “You know that I did not receive such an education, demon. I was just a cherub when I was taken. Your queen would be displeased to hear you mention it…again,” he drawled.
Zazion chuckled and I trembled to hold back my own laughter.
What a fucking prat.
I grunted when the demon’s booted foot kicked me in the side breaking a rib, forcing a real growl from me this time. Asshole must have sensed my mirth and effectively changed it with his vicious assault.
“Oh dear…” Zazion drawled, “Did I hurt your virtuous feelings again, Shaniel? Apologies, my delicate feather.” His mockery was not helping…and I bit on the gag just to stop from chuckling, focusing on the pain instead. “Now, are you actually here for something or was it that you were concerned for my well being?”
Shaniel huffed and I fucking wished I could turn my head to see his face but the damned demon’s talon was still sharply digging into the back of my neck. “If it wasn’t for our Queen, I would not put up with your insolence.”
My brows rose.
"I will return back to camp to let your queen know you have captured the beast. She will be pleased you have not failed.”
Zazion chuckled darkly, “You seem disappointed, feather.”
The sharp whoosh of wings disturbed the air around us, breezing over my body. “Return to camp immediately, demon. Once you deposit the prisoner then we will have your full report. Do not leave her waiting.”
I renewed my squirming, fighting the chains and hissing through the gag, pretending I did not want to go into that camp.
But they both ignored my best acting yet.
“It’s so cute that you think you can give me orders, Shaniel, like a baby imp cutting its horns thinking it is a fully fledged demon.” Stooping, he hauled me to my feet with ease, surprising considering my bulk. Instantly, I felt the blood drip down my face, finally getting a good glimpse at halo boy. “Now piss off, feather. I’m fucking busy.”
I growled and thrashed in his hold but my eyes stayed locked on the pompous face of the angel, his heavenly features pulled back into a sneer that did not do well for his flawless complexion. I wanted him to know his death was coming and when it did, these were the eyes he was going to see.
Zazion shook me hard, rattling my teeth. “Stop your growling, fae. Your fight is futile now.”
Looking between us, Shaniel spat, “Disgusting,” before he launched into the night, banking back towards the demon camp where the looming fires turned his bright white feathers into a hue of orange.
“Prick,” Zazion spat, watching him go, sharp fangs extending from his mouth when he set me down on my feet.
I chuckled against my gag, wiggling my eyebrows at him since I could no longer speak.
“Shut up, fae,” Zazion snapped, his black gaze dragging over my fractured face with his tail swishing behind him in irritation. “Lucifer’s cock, your acting is atrocious. You’re going to fucking get us killed the way you are going.”
I grinned widely from behind the muzzle and shrugged.
The demon grinned back, seemingly taking sadistic pleasure in the thought of our deaths…or maybe it was just mine. “Very well.”
