Page 23 of Summoned

“Noah!” I growl. “Open the fucking door!”

The door opens suddenly, and a very stunned Noah is standing on the other side of it. He lets me in, slamming the door shut and immediately locking it. Except when I walk into the room, the first thing I see is the Ouija board—right on the fucking bed.

No.

No. No. No.

No.

“What the fuck is this?” I mutter, looking up at him. His brown eyes widen, and I shake my head. “Noah—what the fuck is this?”

“We’re next.”

Two words shouldn’t send me over the edge, but as I recall what just happened in my own room, I run to the toilet and expel the contents of my stomach into it. My chest heaves as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and I close my eyes. There’s thunder booming in the background and I tense, my hands beginning to tremble. I don’t know where I go from here, or what I’m doing to stay alive, but I think it’s imperative that Noah and I don’t leave this room again for the time being.

Not for any damn reason.

The room is dark, save for a night light in the corner. Jeremiah and Noah are sound asleep in the same bed, and jealousy is a green little fucker. My hands shake as I watch from the shadows, my nostrils flaring with the anger that’s crawling through my body like little spiders over my skin. It feels like they’re biting me over and over, injecting me with their venom. There’s no way in hell I’m standing in this corner for a moment longer to watch as my boy sleeps with someone else.

Did they fuck?

Did he betray me?

Sam fought me earlier, and I lost control of him for a moment. The slightest blip in his existence, yet long enough to have Jeremiah running for the hills. Will he come back? Does he care for me enough to look past that? Or is he terrified of me forever now? I guess there’s only one way to find out. But if he thinks I’m just going to give him up, he’s got another thing coming. I’m not going anywhere.

Now here I am, about to string Noah up and kill him, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it. I didn’t have anythingagainst the guy until the vigil. I was going to kill him on principle alone, but now it’s personal. He messed with me, even if it was unknowingly, and now he’s going to pay for it.

I could tell he had something against Sam from the moment he saw me and Jeremiah together. He acted crazy when we started kissing. Maybe it was him being a best friend and worried over Jeremiah, but it still pissed me off. One thing is for sure—tonight, I’m getting him out of the way.

Moving out of my place in the corner, I let my mist carry me over the bed and on top of Noah. I don’t quite touch him, just hover over him. He stirs, probably from the change in temperature, and I grin. At least Jeremiah and him are not cuddling, otherwise I’d make this so much worse for him. As it stands, I’m going to make him hurt, anyway. Mostly because I’m angry. Angry enough to kill him in front of my little human, and that’s probably going to come back and bite me in the ass. After tonight, I’m sure Jeremiah will want nothing to do with me. Still, I can’t dwell on it for too long.

Putting pressure on Noah’s chest, he gasps, his eyes fluttering open. He doesn’t see me at first, as I don’t make myself visible to him, but he feels me. I can tell he knows exactly what’s happening by the way I can hear his heart pounding in my ears. I can taste his fear like the sweetest candy, and I chuckle. He stiffens at the sound, beginning to fight me.

This is going to be fucking fun.

His legs thrash on the bed, and I let him be a noisy little fucker as I suffocate him with some of my weight. He claws at empty air, not able to touch me, and I let up enough to let him speak.

“Jer,” he chokes out, and I chuckle again. “Jeremiah!” He screams, and my little human bolts up in bed.

Noah is still thrashing on the bed, and Jeremiah turns on the bedside lamp. This time, when he looks around the room, I goback to the corner, letting him see me. Noah sits upright, holding his chest as it heaves, coughing. His face is the brightest shade of purple, and when I look over at Jeremiah, he’s frozen.

“Kaelin?” he whispers, and I could go up to him and kiss him. My sweet, smart, innocent boy. But I don’t. I stay rooted in place, letting him take me in. “Are you here to kill him?”

I cock my head to the side. “Would it matter if I was? It’s not like you?—”

“Please don’t do this,” Noah begs. “I didn’t even want to be in that stupid fucking room. I didn’t even?—”

“Quiet,” I growl, looking over at him. He’s pale, his lips blue, and I narrow my eyes on him. But Jeremiah steals my attention once more.

“Baby,” he whispers, and Noah looks at him like he’s insane—which only makes me smirk. I guess he must be catching on, because he looks terrified now. Like he’s going to be sick. Which he suddenly is, throwing up all over the bed. Jeremiah jumps off it, going to the other side of the room. “Kaelin, please, don’t do this.”

“Do what, little human?” I ask curiously, wanting to know what he thinks I have in mind.

“Don’t kill us,” he whispers, and I tense. “I—I told you I love you.”

“It was the heat of the moment, Jeremiah,” I sigh, taking a step toward him. To his credit, he doesn’t even move. Doesn’t take a step back. Doesn’t even breathe. “I know better.”

“It wasn’t the heat of the goddamned moment,” he growls, and I narrow my eyes at him. Irritation courses through me at full speed, and my fists clench at my sides. “You and I have something—don’t fucking deny it.”

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