I wonder how she’s doing now.
Something about that thought made the skin on my neck prickle. I looked over my shoulder down the hall, and somehow the shadows felt deeper.I’m a ghost, and you can’t hurt me.
Even in the spooky dark of night, the mansion was beautiful. Moonlight glanced through the windows, dancing over the hardwood floors like it lived here too. It was quiet and still — a sharp contrast to the rancor that my roommates carried in every step.
The stillness felt so much like it had on the first night they’d brought me here, before this place was my home. So much had changed since then. Myself included.
Like a ghost, I drifted through the halls searching, though I wasn’t sure for what. I let instinct guide each footstep, until the rustle of a plastic tarp broke my focus.
The South Wing.
It was one of the few parts of the mansion I hadn’t seen.
And for good reason. I like my head attached.
But as I stood in front of it, watching the moonlight pass through the doorway, I couldn’t help feeling drawn toward it.
It’s not like Dom would know…
I shouldn’t. I wouldn’t. And yet my hand drifted ever closer to the tarp.
Just a peek?
But as the plastic grazed my fingertips, I felt the air knock loose from my lungs. A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream as the other hand grabbed my hip, wrenched me away from the door and pinned me against the wall.
Terror thrummed through my veins as I tried to squirm away and get a look at whatever had caught me.
I wasn’t a ghost. And these monsters could very much hurt me.
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I neededto stop scaring her like this. But fuck, did she look stunning all doe-eyed and vulnerable. I’d been dreaming of seeing that look on her face again ever since The Hollow.
I kept my hand over her mouth, pinning her tight to the wall until she stopped thrashing — until recognition washed over her face and those pretty brows of hers scrunched up in fury.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t scream, I pulled my hand away before she could bite. I’d seen Dom’s hand after she got a hold of it, and I wasn’t trying to be her next victim.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kiera hissed, slamming her fist against my chest. I’d take the hit happily to have her close to me like this.
It had only been a few days since the last time I’d taken her, but every second since had been agony. I needed her lips crushed beneath mine, her breath hot and heavy down my throat. I wanted to make her whimper, to watch her finish over and over until her body couldn’t take anymore.
And as irritated as she pretended to be, I could tell that Kiera was relieved to see me. Excited, even.
“You really shouldn’t be wandering around here…” I growled, brushing a hair from her face. “You’re lucky it wasn’t Dom who caught you.”
Her brow hitched slightly at the thought, which only made me want to dig in. “What’s got you up this late anyway? Couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
Kiera bit her lip as her pretty green eyes flicked from my lips up to my eyes. “Something like that…”
I let my thumb brush over her lip before trailing my fingers down the side of her neck, making her shudder. “You know, if you’re having trouble sleeping, you can always come find me.”
“Really?” Her doe-eyes took on a sincere glimmer I hadn’t expected.
I nodded, cupping her cheek. “Of course, baby. You can come to me for anything.”
Feeling her relax under my touch only made my hunger worse. I wanted Kiera every second of the day. I wanted to make all of her problems go away as simple as that touch.
