Page 2 of Stolen By the Necromancer

“I don’t know…” Her idea of going out on a Friday night was a crowded bar not too far from the campus. Everyone who wanted to party went there on the weekends, and everyone did. It was loud, crowded, and for me it was sensory overload.

“Girls.” Falling into step on the other side of me was Maya. It was going to be two against one on this issue and I was going to cave, no doubt.“What’s this I hear about us going out tonight? The Red Light?”

“No, I—”

“We are,” Jules cut me off in mid-protest.“Genevieve has been having a rough day. She needs to unwind and let off some steam. Maybe a nice, hard—”

“Okay, Jules, you win. I’llgo. You know how bad I do in these situations.”

“If you feel it’s too much,then we come back and get ourselves some Ben & Jerry’s. Maybe stream a movie or something. At least give it a shot.”

I looked from Jules to Maya and sighed. Growing up I’d always been the outcast. Middle school was pure hell, and I was always on the hit list of the mean girls. My lack of friends throughout middle and high school made me anxious to please the ones I’dmade now that I was in college. I had a couple of amazing friends and lots of acquaintances. I’d managed to hide my crazy self away and lead a normal life. Icouldn’t let the anxiety within me continue to rule my life or I’d lose the friends I’d made.

“Okay, I’m in. You guys are right. I need to put the books away once in a while and have some fun.” Although books were my escape and version of fun.

“That’sthe spirit!”

I looked at Jules and shrugged.“I was outnumbered.”

Genevieve

The music blared from the overhead speakers, so loud that you could feel the vibrations through the table I was sitting at. Jules and Maya were on the dance floor while I lingered against the wall, using my drink as an excuse to hang back. Maybe a little liquid courage was all that I needed.

Finishing off my second cocktail of the night, I pushed myself off the wall and joined the others on the dance floor. As shy as I was dancing around others, I truly enjoyed getting onto the dance floor and letting the music take control of my body. By the third song, my eyes were closed, and I had a large smile on my face.

As the fast-beat song ended, I felt a hard wall of a body against my back. Yelping, I spun around to come face to face with the guy from my class with eyes as black as night. Immediately, a rush of fear combined with an even more intense desire to be close to him crashed over me. I’d never felt this type of draw to him before– this was different. Undeniable.

Slipping an arm around my waist, he pulled me tight against him.“I’m Nero.”

I gulped as I looked up and into his dark eyes.“Genevieve.”

“I know.”

My breath hitched in my throat.“How…”

“We’re in the same class. I sit in the back.”

I knew that. As if my body was working on its own, molding against him, I slipped my hands up his chest, my fingertips caressing the defined muscle under the thin fabric of the black shirt he was wearing.

A smirk crossed his lips.“I would have introduced myselfin class today, but you took off too quickly for me.”

The fear was still there, in the back of my mind. Nagging at me. Looking around us, I noticed Jules and Maya had taken off, leaving me on my own. No doubt they were watching from the sidelines, hoping I’d score with the man holding me tight to him as our bodies swayed to the soft, sultry music.

“You look like you’re scared of me?”

“N-no.” I laughed, but my voice cracked mid-laugh.

He cocked a brow at me. He’d heard it.“I assure you, you’re in good hands with me.”

But, I’m not. I knew as strongly as I knew my next breath was coming.

Yet, the draw to him was so strong, I couldn’t resist holding tight to him and lowering my face to his neck, pressing against it. My god, he smelled amazing. Like the woods first thing in the morning. I could actually picture it in my mind’s eye. Him, in the middle of a dewy wooded area, staring at me, beckoning me to him. How was thatpossible?

The song ended, followed by another song equally as sexy as the last.

His hands lowered down my back and to my ass. Cupping my ass cheeks in his hands, he pulled me tight against his growing erection.

With a gasp I lifted my head, and I looked up into his eyes.“If I’m in good hands then why do I feel like if I knew what was good for me, then I’d run as far away from you as possible?” The question wasn’t me playing coy. No man could look so beautiful, smell so amazing, and not be the devil in disguise. I needed to escape, but I was captivated by hisessence, as though invisible hands had wrapped around me and wouldn’t let go.

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