You're Mine

                Devon was furious. It was evident in the way he paced around the room, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

                The small crowd he had called to assemble surrounded him, staring at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

                “Last night, something was taken from me,” he said, coming to a stop. “Something that means everything to me.”

                He finally looked up at the people surrounding him.

                “Her name is Ashlynn. She’s eighteen. She has brown hair, green eyes.”

                “This is about a girl?” a man asked from the corner of the room. Under brief examination, one could easily tell he was a Shifter.

                Devon ignored this outburst, continuing as if no one had spoken. “I have an idea who has her.”

                He studied the room, examining the face of every individual. This only made his audience more curious.

                “Is she human?” a Seer asked. Devon stared at the woman for a moment, seeming actually angry.

                “Do you think I’d harbor a human?”

                “Then what is she?” the Seer persisted.

                Devon noticeably glanced at the Incubus who was sitting right next to the Seer. If he said she was a Succubus, he would have to say she was defenseless against the enemy- that she hadn’t discovered her own abilities yet… that she was a virgin.

                There were one too many Incubi in the room that would benefit from a virgin Succubus. Ones that would even try to overthrow Devon himself for that kind of power.

                “Are you hiding something from us?” the woman persisted, seeing the brief flash of concern cross over Devon’s features.

                Within a millisecond, the woman was lifted from her chair and tossed aside.

                A telekinetic witch stepped towards her, murder in her eyes.

                “How dare you speak to Him that way-.”

                “Gloria, that’s enough,” Devon commanded and the vampire automatically grimaced and retreated into the crowd of supernaturals that crowded the room.

                Slowly, Devon advanced towards the Seer who was sprawled across the floor, staring at him in utter fear.

                He knelt down to her level slowly, almost gently.

                “What’s your name?” he asked calmly.

                “M-Melinda.”

                He nodded. “Melinda. Seers to me are… dispensable creatures.”

                He stood and walked back to center stage, preparing to address the whole audience.