Emily

“Go ahead and scream if you’d like,” Baltazar said.

“I won’t scream,” I said through gritted teeth. “I won’t give you the pleasure of it, you evil f*ck!”

One of his arms was wrapped around my waist while the other rubbed my neck. God, his breath was horrible!

“You are quite enticing, human,” he said, chuckling. “How did Tristan like the taste of you?”

“Better than you will,” I said. It was a pathetic comeback, but I ...