I see dead people. 

But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special. 

For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.

Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living. 

Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit. 

My gift is granting wishes. 

I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price. 

I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness. 

But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.

I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything. 

After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.

My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.

My name is Hattie, welcome to my world. 

Would you like a cup of tea?

Sex with Ronan was nothing like sex with Salvatore. The way Ronan took his time, like he didn't have anything better to do than to see what made me tick, was different from Salvatore's desire to make sure that everything I wanted was there at my fingertips.


Don't get me wrong, both were completely mind-blowing, and the number of times that I came… well, I lost count after five.


Letting out a contented sigh, I fell asleep in Ronan's arms, even as the rest of the guys entered the room quietly. Salvatore slid into the bed on my other side, and suddenly I was in a Sloth/Envy sandwich. I really wanted to test just what that would be like, but at some other time.


For right now, sleep called, and I was determined to answer.


The cold metal around my ankles and wrists made me cranky. Combined with the cold metal chair that I was strapped to? Well, I was just tickled pink by all the attention.


Chapter 396 - I Own You