Can't be worse than Hell.
A death dealer snatched her arm and hauled her into the hallway. The door closed, and she looked at the fireless torches lining the hallway.
"Sexy," one of the death dealers purred.
New fear flooded her at the whisper. Darkyn had not only turned her into a demon, but into a sex-demon, one who didn't now how to control her power over men. Even Rhyn had warned her about being careful outside of Hell, where her influence was no longer dampened by the magic of Hell.
It's present here, like it was in the human world. Dread sank into her stomach. One of the two death dealers who cornered her in her apartment had been affected while the other was not. She didn't want to think about how much more danger she was in here, if half the death dealers weren't able to control their reactions to her. Dammit, Darkyn! Why did you do this to me?
She kept her eyes down and her senses as alert as possible.
One of them was bleeding. She smelled the blood, and it sent a tremor through her, along with another pang in her stomach.
"Come on," the death dealer holding her arm growled when she slowed.
Deidre gritted her teeth. Her mouth was watering. She could almost taste the blood in the air.
I'm not a monster. She was blood-mated to one demon only, and only his blood would satisfy her.
They led her into a room at the end of the hallway, at the base of the stairs. It wasn't a cell, but maybe a break room for guards. There was a petrified wood table in the middle, a few books, a vase of grey flowers. It was better lit by a combination of torches and windows. The guard released her. She rubbed her stomach and looked around.
"What am I doing here?" she asked. She half expected to see Harmony waiting for her.
"Stay here. Harmony wants a word." The door behind her closed.
Deidre faced it. She sat on the edge of the table. There was nothing she could eat or use for a weapon. She pulled her pink dyed hair over one shoulder, running her fingers through it nervously as she waited and poking her lower lip with her fangs.
Not two minutes passed before the door opened.
Deidre put the table between her and the entrance.
The moment Harmony set foot in the room, she felt a surge of both fear and anger rip through her. The beautiful redhead was flanked by two massive death dealers. She was armed, her green eyes piercing and her lean body that of a warrior.