Misfortune Teller by Dima Zales

Author:Dima Zales [Zales, Dima]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mozaika Publications

Chapter Thirteen

Fighting growing weakness, I pry open my heavy eyelids.

Harper looks different. Fiercer, for lack of a better term. Aside from that, there is an indescribable expression on his face—part surprise and part annoyance.

“I said stop,” I repeat in a steadier tone.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs, and the yummy scent grows suffocatingly strong. “Just relax.”

It finally hits me.

The reason this feels so familiar is that I dreamed this.

My wet dream was a vision.

A vision about this.

Heartbeat speeding up, I use all my willpower to summon my strength and push Harper away from me.

He looks even more confused for a moment, then reaches for me again, his lithe fingers suddenly reminding me of claws.

Anger chases the remnants of arousal from my still-foggy brain. “No means no,” I say forcefully, and throw a punch at his too-pretty face.

I get him in the cheek, and pain explodes up my arm.

It’s as if I hit a wall.

“You bitch.” Harper’s voice jumps in pitch. “You’re going to—”

“Walk out of here unharmed,” says a familiar voice.

I look up, my breath whooshing out in relief.

Ariel is standing in front of us, awl gripped tightly in one fist.

Her black outfit makes her almost invisible against the black walls of the room. She’s inadvertently using a magic technique called the black art principle, though I bet ninjas discovered it long before magicians.

Harper’s yummy scent grows stronger, and in that same odd falsetto voice, he says, “You should join us.”

Unbelievably, despite what just transpired, the idea of having Ariel join me and Harper sounds tempting for a second. Shockingly, Ariel also looks as though she’s considering the offer. Then she glances at the door, and her expression changes back to grim determination.

I follow Ariel’s gaze and see Gaius standing in the doorframe. He looks absolutely terrifying, with his fangs fully showing, eyes turned into mirrors, and face in a ferocious scowl.

“Turn off the stink,” Gaius orders Harper coldly. “You have a second before I rip off your head.”

“I’m pumped full of energy from that one.” Harper waves toward me. “Are you sure I’d let you rip my head off?”

“I’ll help him rip it off,” Ariel says grimly. “After I put some holes in you.”

“I don’t think I’ll need help.” Gaius clenches his hands into fists.

Harper demonstratively sighs and stands up, raising his arms above his head, as though cooperating with a police officer.

Ariel lowers her awl and steps to the side, as if loath to touch him. Harper smirks as he saunters past her. When he’s next to Gaius, he leans close to the vampire. “You bloodsuckers are such hypocrites.”

The vampire steps in front of him, blocking his path.

“You dare compare your kind to mine?” Gaius’s icy eyes look ready to dart bolts at Harper. “We take our nourishment consensually.”

“Sure you do.” Harper gives the much-bigger Gaius a shove with his shoulder.

To my surprise, the vampire staggers momentarily, giving Harper a chance to slink out of the room.

Gaius looks as though he’s contemplating pursuit, but he must decide against it, because he stays where he is.

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