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I stare at him expectantly, waiting for his response, but the damned male doesn’t say a thing. Instead, he stands, drawing himself up to his full height, and it’s only then that I realize just how trulymassivehe is compared to me.
The demon glares down at me, an infuriating smirk still twisting his full lips, before he turns on his heel and begins to walk away.
A sudden burst of rage fills me as he turns his back on me. Howdarehe? I deserve to at least receive a reason for why he’s gone out of his way to ruin a perfectly good night!
“Hey!” I shout. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve grabbed the demon’s admittedly muscled arm, stopping him where he stands. The demon turns his head dangerously slowly, giving me a glimpse of his strong profile.
“I’m talking to you! What in theworldis your problem?”
THE END.
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32
AMELIE
It feels like my birthday.
It’s not that I’m excellent at keeping track of the days, from the window of this little room. Hardly a room at all, I have to admit. No, it’s a feeling I have in the pit of my stomach, that’s growing more sour with every passing day. The tension of my keepers, getting impatient as I come of age. I must be twenty, by now, though the seasons have drifted by like the clouds above. Meaningless.
I lean against the narrow frame of the window, watching the street below. It’s my only entertainment here. The lone book they gave me weathered and worn from too many read throughs. I already know it by heart. They don’t think humans need much to survive. This place is little more than a cell: a toilet, a bed, a sink… Enough to keep me alive, and little else.
It’s not unknown what the dark elves do here, at Club L’amouer. I’ve heard the screams for years, of pleasure and pain. I was brought here as a child, under the impression that it was safe compared to the rest of the empire.
But that is not the case.
They refuse to tell me why I haven’t yet been thrown into the pit with my friends, to be played with by their patrons until I expire. I’ve heard stories from Honey and have seen the marks. I’ve waited in this room for years, biding my time until they decide to drag me out and submit me to their wicked whims.
Every day, I have to wonder,is this it?
There is a strict order in their world. The upper caste of dark elves that rule over everyone else, and their appointed talents—from artists to warriors and minor nobles. The lower caste, merchants and laborers and even criminals have a place in their society. Humans and the other species don’t even make the rank, existing beneath their feet, entirely at the mercy of their dark magic. We subsist as little more than pets for their amusement.
I am worth only what my master can sell me for.
Swift footsteps sweep past my door, making me cringe. It is not often the dark elves come down this hall, but when they do, it is smart to be afraid. Hopefully, they pass by without a word. I would rather miss a meal than come face to face with a Zagfer—dark elf servants with a heavy chip on their shoulders.
They do the club master’s bidding without hesitation, but there’s a gleam in their dark eyes as if, without their shackles, they’re capable of greater evil than even their master can imagine. I shudder at the very thought of them.
Another set of footsteps closes in, and I brace myself, listening for their passing. But instead, they stop at my door. Again, I have to ask myself,is this it?when a heavy knock jars me from my focus.
“Amelie,” comes a deep and grating voice.
I say nothing.
A key scrapes the lock, and the knob turns. It opens to one ofthem, just as I feared. He says nothing as he takes me in, his hard eyes roving over my threadbare clothes concealed by the washed out robe I use to cover myself. I tuck it tighter around my chest as if to hide my frame from him, but it does nothing to deter his hungry gaze.
“What do you want?”