The woman I shouldn't have cornered on her bed last night.
I grit my teeth at my own lack of self-discipline as the clip loops again.
Heidi stands on a sidewalk in Chicago, hugging herself warily, her eyes wide as fae reporters crowd around her along with jackass onlookers too curious for their own good. One of the fae onlookers grips her elbow as they grill her. When she tries to get away, she accidentally hits that asshole in the face, giving him a much-deserved bloody nose before she shoves through the crowd.
They follow her, though. Hounding her.Harrassingher.
The instant she finally panics, darting away from the journalists?—
Boom.
"Fucking hell," I swear as Heidi's body disappears out of the camera's frame, propelled by a bus that didn't brake in time.
The blurred video cuts off again as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
She was starting to shift when the bus hit her. Not to fucking mention, she's a type four empath—all those hostile emotions being shoved down your throat would have madeanyonepanic.
A side panel on this site auto-plays a clip of a fae chancellor, Marwood, standing at some podium, his white hair slicked back and his pointed ears bigger than most as he speaks passionately.
"…that everythingrecovered belongs to the fae alone. Now that the Nether is beginning its long recovery from the corruption of the Entity, we pray to the gods that in a few years, we fae may begin to move back into our ancient motherland. But the fact thatHeidi Murleyattempted to steal precious fae relics from our worksite in the Nether shows that many people, especially entitled trust fund children born from the tasteless, deservedly wiped-out elite legacy families, do not respect our claim to our heritage, and?—"
I mute the video so this fucker's voice will stop poisoning the air in Heidi's guest room.
Unwillingly, my attention drops to the two million and counting views on this viral video of Heidi getting hit by the bus, shared by some asshole who filmed her trauma for content.
Comments are popping up beneath it in real time. Trying not to read them is like trying not to watch—well, a godsdamned bus accident.
Imagine being born into Frost level money and STILL trying to steal from dead fae
Bus did nothing wrong lmao
Okay but the empath thing feels fake as hell. Handy excuse when Skidmark gets "overwhelmed" with questions
Maybe try not crowding her into traffic next time? Smh
Every time I see her name, I lose a little more respect for Everett Frost. Control your sister, dude.
"Empath" but she can't feel accountability #Skidmark
I'm sooo tired of seeing this video on my feed & btw the people accusing her have no proof of anything so there's that
Not the bus's fault, I'd lose control seeing that body too
Slamming my laptop shut, I lean back in the desk chair of Heidi's second bedroom, massaging my head when I feel a migraine starting to form.
If I ever find the journalists who scared her into running in front of that bus, there won't be enough left of them to identify with dental records.
Turning in the pink office chair, I glance over Heidi's dead roommate's room again, lit softly by the late morning sunlight coming in through one window. It's tidy enough, but it definitely doesn't match the rest of Heidi's cozily decorated house. One wall is covered in band posters, a hanging mirror is framed with ticket stubs and lipstick prints, and a few dozen well-read romance books are stacked in various places.
I slept like shit in here last night, knowing Heidi's dead friend is still haunting this place. Talk about fucking creepy.
Then again, I also couldn't sleep knowing my gorgeous charge was in her room, just down the hall. All flushed and lying in her bed.
Make me.
Fuck.
Whether she meant it to tease me or not, all I can picture now is Heidi moaning. Whimpering, her sweet lips parting as she agrees to let me do all the filthy fucking things I can't stop thinking about doing to her.
