Beyond His Evil

THIRTY-EIGHT.

~THIRD-PERSON POV~

Devon wondered if Zethar knew Kira had unlocked her powers.

He knew it shouldn’t be possible—not without that damned necklace. Still, Zethar was full of tricks. He couldn’t be trusted.

"Is she your girlfriend?"
A tiny voice pierced his thoughts.

He turned from Kira to the human girl. She held his gaze and bit down on her lower lip in an attempt to look seductive. He smelled the sharp tang of blood almost immediately—she’d bitten too hard.

"No," he replied. Normally, he wouldn’t have answered. But he needed something—anything—to distract him from his raging thoughts.

"Oh," she said, eyes wide with sudden interest. "Her loss then."

He didn’t respond.

She spread her legs beneath the oversized white dress given to patients in the clinic and pulled it to her waist, flashing him her unshaven, uncovered pussy.

He didn’t react. He'd seen worse. He was only surprised she hadn’t already launched herself at him.

When he still gave her nothing, she reached down with her right hand, spreading her folds, and dragged the index finger of her left slowly up her slit.

"It's her loss," she said, in what she probably thought was a sultry voice. "I’ve always wondered what demons are like in bed. They say you're sex gods, but I’ve never had the chance to find out."

She started rubbing her clit, and the scent of her arousal hit him.

"All I want is one night, demon. Just one. I’ll give you this." She pushed a finger inside herself and moaned as she moved it in and out. "I know you want it."

Devon studied her face. She was skinny, covered in bruises and old scars. Her short dark hair barely brushed her shoulders. Crooked nose. Light brown eyes filled with hope. She looked young—twenty-three at most.

"I’m sure you’ll find another demon eager to fulfill your fantasies," he said calmly.

She paused, slowly withdrawing her finger but not closing her legs. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"You don’t want me?"

Where was Evelyn? And the doctor?

"I didn’t say that."

He wasn’t sure why he said it. Maybe it was the broken, lost look in her eyes. Maybe it was the story written in her scars. Or maybe he saw that what she wanted wasn’t him—it was a brief escape from pain. A moment of bliss. Oblivion.

"Why don’t you want me?" she mumbled, finally closing her legs and lowering her dress.

"Because you’re too pretty to be used."

Her cheeks flushed a deep red. She tucked a loose strand of short hair behind her ear.

"Stop lying. Just tell me the truth."

"I’m not lying."

She searched his face.

"Strong too. I can see that."

Her eyes misted with tears.

"I want you to understand that. Don’t disrespect yourself just because you want to forget."

" You're... Different from the others," she mumbled.

Just then, the door opened. Evelyn and the doctor walked in. Devon couldn’t have been more relieved.

The doctor smiled. "I haven’t seen you in a while, Devon. I was starting to miss you."

Just like that, Devon’s rage returned. His body tensed. He couldn’t wait to see Zethar.

"I don’t have time. Kira fainted. Treat her," Devon said, gesturing toward Kira.

"Again? What happened this time?" the doctor asked, moving toward her.

Devon explained everything quickly.

"I’ll check on her later," he said.

"Devon, wait. I need to talk to you," Evelyn said, halting him just before he could teleport.

He didn’t have the time—but it was Evelyn. The only other hunter he truly cared about. He stopped.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

"I… I think Kira will be fine," she said nervously.

He frowned. Something was off. She’d been avoiding him lately. Acting strange. Maybe because they…

No. He didn’t have time for that now.

"Is that all?" he asked.

She nodded.

He wasn’t convinced. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

"Devon, take care of your—"

But he was already gone.

Evelyn sighed.

Samuel, the doctor, looked at her.
"When are you going to tell him?"

She walked past him to Kira and placed the back of her hand on her neck. Her temperature was normal.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam," she said. "What herbs are you going to give her?"

He scoffed and moved away.

"I'm sure you do."

Evelyn didn’t want to talk about Devon, especially not now. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Just give the human her herbs, and then prepare Kira’s. You haven’t even diagnosed her."

Samuel chuckled. Evelyn always dodged uncomfortable topics. But this time, it wouldn't work.

He cut herbs for the human and placed them in a small pot to boil.

"Evelyn, I see you like a sister. And I’ll say what I’d tell my own blood: don’t do this. I know you love Devon. Think about how he’ll feel when he finds out… if you do this without telling him."

"This doesn’t concern you, Sam."

He moved closer, gently taking her hand. He saw the tears in her eyes before she turned away.

"Just… take your time to think."

Her voice cracked. "I have thought about it, Samuel." Her voice rose. "Do you think I’d be here at this hour if I hadn’t?!"

"Evelyn, Devon needs to know."

She whirled on him. "Needs to know what, Samuel?!"

He stayed calm. "That you’re pregnant with his child, Evelyn. And that you want to get rid of it."

A sharp gasp filled the room. The human clapped a hand over her mouth when both Evelyn and the doctor turned to her.

"I’m so sorry," she whispered. "I just… wasn’t expecting to hear that."

A/N

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