SAMANTHA
"Torment me?" I asked. "How?"
My voice came out smaller than I wanted. I hated that. I wanted to sound strong. Brave. Like someone who could not be broken.
But standing in a circle of three winged creatures who claimed to be my mates... it was hard to feel brave.
Jayce smiled. That cruel, beautiful smile.
"You know," he said, dragging out each word. "Let us just say... we will be your worst nightmare."
My stomach dropped. A halo suddenly covered their faces and I could only recognize them by wing color. The one with the dark wings spoke next. He shook his head and stepped closer to me.
"Don't worry," he said. His voice was softer than Jayce's, almost kind. "We will be calm with you."
Then the one with the silver wings—Finnian I think?—added, "Yeah. No need to be scared."
But then Darlington—the dark-winged one—spoke again. "I will not be your worst nightmare, don't worry. I will be a good angel." He paused. Tilted his head. "More like an angel devil."
