Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

was asleep and completely yellow. I looked at Dorian for a moment and waited for him to answer the question burning in my eyes.
    He frowned. “Yeah, she’ll be fine. She is very sexy. I might be back for her in about a year or so, when she is strong again. Mmmmm.” He watched her sleeping, no doubt thinking all sorts of unsavory things.
    I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Hey, stop that. Does your brain function on any setting beyond sex?”
    He looked at me as if I were a bug he could squash and smirked.
    He leaned in very close. “No, this is my only setting.” He turned away from Giselle’s room and walked down the hall to the big elevator doors. I walked behind him in my gown.
    “ Uhh, am I going to change?”
    He nodded. “I thought we covered this, yes.”
    I frowned at him. “Clothes, idiot.”
    He laughed. “You’re sort of awful, aren’t you? Not fun and flirty, as I imagined when Aleks told me about you. Yes, my dear, I have this all worked out so please stop worrying.”
    We got into the elevator and I thought about Aleks. “Where did he go?” I asked after a few moments.
    Dorian shrugged completely disinterested. “To cool off, I imagine. He’s free now so, he will want to figure out the next step.”
    I gasped. “You freed him? From his curse? How?”
    He shook his head. “You freed him, love. Not me. I’ve enslaved him.”
    I stepped right into his face, well, chest and looked up at his face. He was a stone-cold killer, I knew it the second I looked into his eyes. I didn’t flinch as I thought I would. I stood my ground. “Enslaved him how? If you…”
    He pushed me roughly up against the wall of the elevator.
    “ You’ll what little girl? Kill me?”
    He burst into laughter and bent down to my face. He kissed my neck, dragging his coarse whiskers across my sensitive skin. I tried to push him away, but I had nowhere near the strength, to make an attempt at him. He ran his hands up my sides and pressed hard on my right side making me wince.
    “ You’ll do exactly as I ask. I have gone out on a huge limb for you, Aimee—be grateful.”
    His cold gaze lifted to mine as he slid his hands up my breasts and into my hair. He pulled forcefully on the back of my head, causing me to cry out.
    “ This is our floor,” he spoke, hovering above my face and then releasing me. He walked off the elevator calmly, as I stood shaking. I was scared of him in every way possible.
    Why had Aleks left me to suffer at his hand? I knew I had offended him and had been horrid, but I had been frightened when Jaime died.
    I started off the elevator when an idea hit me. I heard the elevator ding and I stepped back on as the doors closed.
    Dorian looked back at me in a panic as the gap in doors lessened. I pressed every button after three floors and decided I would get off at the first stop, three floors above us. I needed clothes. I was feeling stronger than I had in a year. I knew he could poof around the hospital and find me, but I hoped there were at least a few limitations to his abilities.
    Panic filled me as I stepped off the elevator and looked around me. I saw I was on some kind of surgery floor. I walked along silently, looking behind me and in front of me, in an alarmed state.
    I didn’t know where I was going, but I figured he would go back to my previous floor. I assumed I was on the fifth floor, which Giselle had been on previously. I walked looking sick and limping, in case I ran into someone. My heart raced, as I looked everywhere for a plan or answer to my situation. I didn’t know where to go. I knew I needed to stay away from my family. My only guess was that I would turn into Dorian. I would soon be a destructive force to be reckoned with. It scared me, not knowing what to expect. In the back of my mind, I knew Aleks would find me somehow. Whether I wanted to see him again or not.
    I saw a door that looked ajar, up ahead of me in the hall. Nervous of Dorian jumping out from behind the small slit in the open door and killing me, I pushed it open.
    The room was a supply closet full of things I desperately needed. I stepped in and turned on the light as I closed the door. I peeked through the crack as I closed it. I didn’t feel smarter than Dorian, he had more than likely been around since the dawn of time. I knew, however, I was smarter than the average teenager, well average adult too. He would underestimate me, of that I was certain.
    I changed into surgery scrubs, a mask,