Merry Ever After

I was a demon. We’re all assholes.

STILL KELLAN

“Kellan, dude.”

My blood froze. The human was not talking to me.

I looked.

His mouth moved, grinning as he stuffed a rolled-up piece of pizza inside. “What are you and the missus doing for Christmas?”

It was.

He was talking to me.

Damien’s pet gestured toward Damien, who had frozen beside him. “This one just says you all are going home for the break but won’t say when.”

I narrowed my eyes.

Did this child not have any sense of self-preservation? Did he not realize what could happen if I was in a bad mood?

Damien shot me a look.

I’m sure Shay would be miffed if I turned this human into mist, but I entertained the thought. This was the human who seemed to be getting an indication there was something not of human descent about the three of us.

Crowman, they called him.

Crowman was stupid.

I leaned forward and held up my hand. “I could break your neck with the snap of my fingers.”

He stopped chewing. His eyes lifted to study me.

Study. Pfft.

He should fear me.

I was going soft. I’d been around too many humans, been in love—no, not that. This wasn’t Shay. I loved her with everything in me, the good and bad, but I was a demon. I’d been ignoring my roots for too long.

A bit of the rage from before began swirling inside of me.

It crept in through cracks I’d ignored, and it began filling me.

Shay gasped in my head.

Shit.

She was in here. I tried to push her out, but—

“No, you won’t!”

Damien’s eyes went wide. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

The darkness had nearly engulfed me. At Shay’s discovery, it pushed faster, coming with more ferocity.

I did want to kill this human.

Kill him. Kill him.