Page 93 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Prudence—”

“What?” His voice was surprisingly gentle.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit. The cards—” I grasped for his hand, tipping my head to look at him even though it hurt like hell. His grip on mine was just as tight, as he stared down at me with a look on his face I’d never seen before. “My phone. They’re still at the gas station. Shit-shit-shit.” The gas station clerk had seen me. He’d seen my face. He’d probably seen the guy who followed me too and— “He saw me—the guy. The cashier.” I squeezed his hand tight enough I was certain I’d pop the bones. “He saw the guy—oh god. He’s gonna know that we—we’re. Shit. We’re fucked. We’re so fucked.”

“Where?” Prudence was calm as usual, though the wild look in his eyes remained. His broad shoulders leaked sunlight as he waited for my response.

“What?”

“Where at the gas station?”

“By the bathroom.” I responded, more than a little dazed.

“Tell me what to do.” Prudence’s words were soft. Softer than I’d ever heard him speak before. The tone of his voice made a fluffy sort of feeling buzz under my skin as I licked my lips, and tried to wrestle the ringing in my ears back so I could think.

“What?”

“Tell me to cover this up.”

I blinked at him, confused. Why would he need me to—?

“Tell me to do what I need to do, baby. No limits.”

Baby? Damn. I’d have to unpack that later.

I blinked again, still confused. Buuuut, I trusted him. And as much as I didn’t understand this weird ass ritual he had me doing, I wasn’t going to argue again. My head hurt too much for that. Prudence would take care of us. He’d promised. “Okay, um.” I swallowed. “Prudence. Do what you need to do. No limits.”

“Even if it hurts someone?” Prudence clarified, and I stared at him blearily through my lashes, brow furrowed.

“Yes.”

He nodded, and the tension in his shoulders grew. “You have to tell me.”

This was getting weirder by the second.

“Shit, okay.” I blinked rapidly, squeezing my eyes shut when the world began to spin. “Do whatever it takes to cover this up, including hurting people, or whatever.”

Prudence’s cold lips against my forehead shocked some of the pain from my body. He stroked over my cheekbones, and carded his fingers through my hair one last time before he pulled back and caught my gaze again.

He checked my body over a second time, and I let him, too dazed by the kiss to do anything but lay obediently still.

When he’d decided I was well enough, he rose and headed toward the man’s crumpled corpse where it lay abandoned and lifeless on the forest floor.

“Close your eyes, Pinkie.” Prudence’s voice was a suggestion more than anything. “You don’t want to see this.”

To hell I didn’t.

For the second time that day I ignored his command, gaping in morbid fascination as he sat down directly on the body—no inside, the body—then laid down. When the corpse rose up, I nearly threw up the remainder of our feast from the hotel. I forced myself not to though, trembling as the empty body stared back at me with Prudence’s blazing blue eyes.

Prudence dusted himself off, picking pine needles from his shirt, and clearing away as much dirt as possible. He scrubbed the blood from his cheek. I watched, slack-jawed, my aching body forgotten for the moment, as I stared at this wondrous, terrifying thing happening before me.

“Car?” he asked, and it took me a second to respond. The voice didn’t sound like Prudence. But his eyes—yeah. Those were his eyes. Haunted. Pale. Predatory. Mine.

“By the bathroom too.”

Prudence—corpse dude? Nodded.

To say I was weirded out would be the understatement of the century.

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