Page 16 of Summoned

I raise an eyebrow, though I can’t deny that Jeremiah is a touchy subject for me. “He already is with me.”

“You’re lying,” she growls.

A wave of anger floods me, crashing over, and leaving me to fend for myself. “I. Never. Lie.”

“He’s not gay,” she says pointedly.

“Never said he was.” I grab the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair, and yanking back to make her look up. “All I’m saying is that he’s mine. And I’mneverletting him go.”

The truth in my statement takes me by surprise, mostly because the plan has always been to kill them off and move on. All of them, including my little human. But now I’m wondering if that’s what I actually want. When everything is said and done, would I really dispose of him like trash after everything he’s given me? Or would I demand even more from him? Something tells me he’d keep on giving me whatever I want, and that’s enough to have me second guessing most of my plans.

But not this one.

Thisplan is rock solid.

Dragging the knife down lower, I press it against Candace’s abdomen and push it in slowly, then withdraw it and stab her harder until the hilt hits her skin. I don’t think she feels it at first, mostly because she’s so shocked not even a whimper escapes her. But it’s when I withdraw it from her body completely that she screams, a blood-curdling sound. Lightning strikes across the sky, booming thunder quickly following, and the rain picks up until I can barely make out her face.

I grin, feeling her warm blood on my fingers as it gushes out, and I stab her again. This time she fights, punching me in the face and thrashing her body to get my hold on her hair to slip—to no avail. I withdraw the blade, only to slice into her once more, and then again.

Letting go of her, I take a step back, letting her stumble away from me. The way she can barely walk brings a grin to my face,and it’s amusing when she tries to run away from me, only to fall to the ground. She screams again, a guttural sound, and I push her onto her back, straddling her waist. The blood is pouring out of her now like a waterfall, and I grip the knife harder. For the final blow, I stab her in the heart.

I don’t withdraw the blade as I feel her go limp underneath me, but I do take it out once her heart stops beating. And then I run—faster than I ever have—back to the car. Maybe it was a horrible idea to kill her in Sam’s body, but I did it for fun. Now I just hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I don’t exactly want anyone to find out Sam isn’t himself. It would take me away from Jeremiah before I’m ready to let him go.

My chest heaves as I gulp in breath after breath, pulling my shirt over my head to clean myself up. There’s thankfully a change of clothes in the back seat.

Good thinking, Sam.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sam hisses from inside my head, and this time I cackle. “You can’t just steal my life! You can’t kill people as me!”

“Oh, but you’re just fine with fucking Jeremiah?” I mutter as I pull out of the parking spot. “Haven’t complained about that once yet.”

Silence.

I grin, gripping the steering wheel tighter. I can’t tell if I’m happy that he’s not so much of a fighter, because I don’t have to pay attention to him. Instead, I can give my undivided attention to Jeremiah—well, almost undivided. If you don’t count the murders of his friends.

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” I ask Sam, driving slower so it takes longer to get back to the dorms.

“For what?” Sam asks slowly, like he’s trying to understand what I’m saying. As if it’s not obvious enough. “Wait—you don’t actually plan on keeping him, do you?”

“Keep him?” I chuckle. “I’m going toownhim.”

“And does that mean you’re staying with me too?” His voice is high-pitched, and I snicker. But I stay silent—just to fuck with him. “Answer me!”

“Ah, ah,” I tut. “No need to get feisty, Samuel. I will stay with you for as long as I please.”

Before he can fight some more, though, I lock him into the darkest recesses of his own mind, effectively shutting him out. If there’s one thing I won’t allow, it’s for him to steal the joy of this moment from me.

Two down, three more to go.

Or will it be two?

The truth of the matter is that I don’t know what I want to do with Jeremiah—not really. I want toownhim. But do I want to keep him? Forever?

Pulling up to my parking spot, I turn the key in the ignition and grab the clothes from the back seat. Thankfully, there’s a bottle of water in the cup holder that I use to clean my hands, then put a clean shirt on. I know I probably shouldn’t shove my bloody shirt into the back seat of the car, but what other choice do I have right now?

Huffing in exasperation at how poorly I planned this, I open the door and get out, closing the distance between the car and the building in record speed. There are a lot of people out and about right now, milling the hallways and throwing a football from one end to the other. I somehow manage to dodge the ball just in time to get into the elevator, then press the button to the fourth floor so I can get back to Jeremiah.

My sweet, innocent Jeremiah.

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