Bloodline and Fire
Madeline
Hours later
I rolled onto my side, and the feel of something extremely soft against my bare skin was a pleasant surprise. Velvet. Rich and decadent. I would have never thought Hell would have such luxurious things. But they did. I guess even demons had a thing for the finer things in life.
I ran my hand across the soft velvet couch, searching for him, but he was not there.
I sat up slowly, my entire body aching in a way that had me smiling to myself. But there was something else. Something that I had not felt in a very long time.
There was a hum coming from me.
It was not an external, audible sound, but rather something that was felt. From the inside. A slight thrumming just beneath the surface of my skin, low and steady, like a pulse that didn’t belon
