Page 10 of Summoned

“You were pretty drunk.” Noah smirks. “Maybe that’s all it was.”

I shrug, but I highly doubt it. I’ve never had that much chemistry with anyone before. It’s as if he knew all the right buttons to push—literally. And when he found my prostate, I’m pretty sure I saw God. I went to heaven and back. I blacked the fuck out.

“Maybe,” I say slowly. “But I think?—”

“Who was it?” He raises an eyebrow at me, and I look away.

Do I really want to tell him? It’s bad enough that he left me before I woke up. And now I have to face him when I get back. I’m sure of it. “Sam.” There’s no way I’m telling him the little piece of information about the name he wants me to call him now.

“Your fucking roommate?!” he gasps. “Rookie move, Jer.”

“I know.” I slap my forehead. “I was drunk as fuck, and he was so hot last night, you don’t understand. And the guy can really suck dick.”

“Okay. Too much information.” But he’s laughing, so I know he’s just making light of the situation. “Sounds like you enjoyed it.”

“I loved it,” I groan. “Does that make me gay?”

“Bi.” He affirms. “You still like girls. I mean, you do, right?”

“Right.”

But the question is—does it matter anymore? Because all I know is that I want to find out just how deep my attraction goes for this guy.

And I plan on doing it tonight.

The room is dark as I stand in the shadows, picking a corner to look at the girls on the bed. More than likely easy prey. Maria and Candace, as they’ve been calling each other. I learned that much from watching them rip each other’s clothes off. Stupid, stupid girls.

They have condemned themselves to a fate worse than hell. All they had to do was say goodbye.

Now here I am, waiting until they fall asleep to pick between them. It’ll be fun. Candace looks like she’ll put up more of a fight—just how I like it.

The door opens suddenly, and I retreat further into the shadows. The last thing I need is to be seen before I want to be seen. A man with a Michael Myers mask in hand comes in, his hair jet black, tattoos decorating his arms, hands, and even his neck. He looks around the room briefly, pausing when he finds the girls naked in bed.

“Hey!” he calls out to them, and they sit up, gasping, to cover themselves. They look absolutely horrified. “Have you seen Jeremiah?”

Jer.

Jeremiah.

Jeremiah.

I think I heard that name when we were playing our little game. Blond hair, green eyes, pretty boy.

Perfect.

“Sam, what the fuck?” Maria gasps. “Get out!”

“How would we know where he is?” Candace snaps. “He’s your roommate.”

“Which is exactly why I’m looking for him,” Sam sighs. “If you see him, tell him.”

“Get lost, loser,” Maria growls, going back to Candace. They lie down in bed once more, and I seize the opportunity to make a move.

“Sam,” I whisper, “Sammmmm.”

He looks around the room with wide eyes, trying to locate where the sound is coming from. Sam spins in a circle until he’s facing me, and his eyes widen with fear as I reveal my misty form to him, complete with black eyes, hooves, and even my tail. The bedside lamp flickers, casting the room in shadows, and his eyes almost bug out of his head.

“What the—” Sam gulps, taking a step back. I take a step forward, whispering his name once more. “Maria—help…” Sam trails off as he has to now feel something wet on his face.

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