average human’s Reviews > Of Bone and Ash > Status Update

This was nice. A bit dragged out. It did get me calls from the office for reading at school. Prejudiced mf’s. 4.5 stars entertaining

She’s pale and trembling, and I grin, reaching deep into myself and grabbing hold of the magical tie that runs between us, tugging it enough that her eyes widen, and she trembles in her seat. It’s much easier to access with her this close, and I nod in satisfaction as she stares at me almost vacantly.
“Welcome home, my darling wife.”

I gesture around my office, then smirk at her. “Make whatever peace you must in order to accept your new reality, Serafina, because death is not an option. For either of us.”
Her stunned and horrified expression is all that stares back at me as she manages a single, jerky shake of her head.

I sit back in my chair and look back at my computer, relishing in the pained silence. “I may be a Demon Prince, Serafina. But you are my Princess. My equal in this fucked-up world. The moment your Fae form fully emerged, it locked our Soul Tie into place. Binding not only our physical lives but every aspect of our magic together, making you a Zephyr, not a Covington.”

“And you, my darling, are my Soul Tie. Do you know what that means?” I ask, watching her dirty face, obsessed with how stunning she looks covered in blood.
“Only a Demon of Royal blood can complete a Soul Tie, which is the same to Demons as marriage or mating is to the Fae. You say I’m the worst of them all, that you are so much better than me?” I scoff and grin, my teeth sharpening as I lick at my lips.

“You're a damn Demon Prince! You take the lives of innocents, kill those who have done nothing to deserve it. You are the worst of all the Demons! I’ll never be anything like you,” she screams, her emotions getting the better of her.
Standing, I press my hands to the desk in front of me, an odd glee pulsing through my body as I lean toward her.

“You get your damn magic off me!” she snaps, the blood dripping down her cheek, looking like some kind of morbid tear. “I can't stand it,” she adds, and I shake my head, letting my hand fall from her soft skin and turning away, hiding what her touch does to me, all while reassuring myself it's not my choice to feel this way. It’s the bond between us.

I shove down the instinct and raise an amused brow as she curses and tries to kick me.
“I’m only trying to heal you. Why waste your energy stopping something that will only help?” I point out.

“Your magic is completely altered. Warped and fading,” I whisper in realization, trying to see more then cursing when I can't press past the magic serum I gave her. I growl under my breath as my hand moves back to her neck, and I let my magic seep into her. She fights it, and I grin, feeling my teeth sharpen with the urge to lean forward and bite, pinning her in place so I can do what I want.

“You act as if that would stop me,” she scoffs, surprising the hell out of me. Did she not understand what I just said? But as I look into her eyes I see an odd sort of detachment there. I pause, looking at the broken woman in front of me with a hint of concern, letting my magic wrap around her, trying to feel whatever I can from her dark magic that is currently silent, dormant in her chest.