False Reality | Book Three

Chapter XIII

I wince as soon as I step over the door jam. Rowl grins beside me as he easily gets accepted in, and in fact, gets welcomed by a few people. Some girls turn to look at me quickly, their eyebrows raising in surprise.

"A human?" One whispers to another. I'm surprised I can hear them over the incessant beat of a song. Rowl glances at them before winking extra cockily.

"She's obsessed with. Follows me everywhere."

I go to say he couldn't be more wrong, but he quickly grabs my elbow and tugs me toward him. We walk to the middle of the floor. I think he is about to dance, but he tugs me over to some stairs. I got to the Blackout the same time a Rowl. Zeuxis quickly transported into the club, and I hoped no one caught on he wasn't really a demon. I hope nothing bad happens to him.

I should really be concerned with my own safety but Rowl told me countless times he would protect me, surprisingly.

I was hoping that was the Turner inside of him.

"Follow my lead," Rowl suddenly hisses in my ear. I almost jerk away from him. I cannot believe I am this close to him. The urge to rip his ears out is strong and causes adrenaline to pulse in my veins at the thought. "This place is usually a feasting ground for demons like I," Rowl whispers. His words make my neck hairs uncurl. A feasting ground? Meaning human souls are just being sucked out and into demons mouths? I feel bile rise in my throat, but I'm quickly handed a drink. I turn to see Zeuxis beside me, handing me the drink. I nod my thanks to him. He looks different, more manly. He decided to take the image of a man with a stubble that makes him look powerful and he wears a dark grey suit that hugs him rather perfectly. His eyes glow a deep green and he has his hair styled in a perfect quiff. He looks mildly attractive, but I like his actual form better.

He winks at me quickly before his arm gets grabbed my a female demon and she starts to talk with him. His eyes shift to a black color so he blends in with everyone else here.

Rowl notices the drink in my hand just as I sip it. I'm surprised to find it's water, which courses refreshingly through my veins. "Where did you get that?"

I just shrug. Rowl runs his fingers through Turner's hair before chewing on his lip and grabbing a drink from somewhere. Scratch that, it magically appeared in his hand. It's not that surprising, considering where I am.

I inch toward Rowl as two men pass where we sit on a velvet couch. Their eyes linger a little too long on my chest. Although I despise dressing up, I had to fit in. So I am wearing a shimmery black halter top with some extra tight skinny jeans. There are rips in the thighs, revealing most of my beefy legs. Rowl actually liked my outfit. I thought I looked kind of slutty, but when we walked in my mouth dropped open. The woman here looked like they belonged in a strip club. They have thin lines of fabric covering their bodies and some shorts that could pass for underwear. I remember my eyes locked on a girl with only a fishnet shirt on, no bra underneath or anything. She was simply showing her accessories to the world.

It made me pissed that they weren't even her's, to begin with.

The amount of pity I have for the people in here is extreme. Their bodies were stolen from them and are now being abused by drugs, sex, and most of all, normal abuse.

Like right now. I see a fight in the middle of the dancefloor between two men, both gripping each others hair. I wince as one pulls out a fistful of hair from the other and have to turn my head into Rowl's shoulder as one breaks their beer bottle.

I hear a hiss from a man later and then a loud crash. I flinch. Rowl surprisingly offers me comfort by placing his hand on the small of my back, warmth floating out from him. If I didn't hate him so much, I would have probably leaned into it. I hate to say it though, this single action causes my thoughts of him to turn upward like a forbidden smile.