Page 68 of Cursed by Death

I was too afraid to move.

There was someone in my room with me, I could feel their presence. I just couldn’t tell if it was a friend or foe.

And my cellphone was all the way across the room on the dresser. Not that it would help me right now. It wasn’t like the police would show up in two seconds and be able to rescue me.

And they wouldn’t be able to stand up against the kind of enemies I might now have. The police were human, had no special skills to note, and they would likely die trying to save me.

How had someone even been able to get into the house? They would have to have had the code and Fox would most likely have heard someone come in the door.

Maybe.

I was able to leave last night and I didn’t think he’d heard that.

Fuck.

My mind raced with thoughts of what I should do in this situation.

Fight or flight?

I would likely be at a severe disadvantage when it came to either option when dealing with the supernatural. Even if I was part one myself. And, yeah, I just admitted to that.

Forget sleeping with my phone plugged in closer to the bed, I needed to start sleeping with my weapons closer to the bed instead. I didn’t do that now because my security system made me feel safe. That and I’d gotten used to sleeping in the basement, and I didn’t think anything could possibly touch me down there.

How could I have ever been so stupid or careless I wasn’t exactly sure.

I managed to keep my breathing regulated but my body was as stiff as a board and I was tense. I couldn’t even pretend to relax if I tried.

“I know you’re awake. I felt it the moment you woke up. So, you can stop pretending now.”

I immediately relaxed at hearing Rally’s voice. He’d either let himself in with the code or Fox had opened the front door for him.

I sat up and pushed the hair back out of my face. I looked around the dark room, searching for the man himself to match the voice with, and found him standing with his back against the door. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked like a stiff statue.

I had a feeling I was about to see a different side to Rally. A very unhappy, pissed off at me, side to Rally.

“You snuck off without Fox and went to the underground,” he said in a very quiet, carefully controlled voice. “And then you went in with the hunters, of all people. Explain yourself.”

Explain myself?

I was suddenly so angry I couldn’t speak. How dare he speak to me as if I were a naughty child or, even, as if I owed him any sort of explanation. Which I did not.

I could understand why Ginger had been owed an explanation after she’d been woken up in the middle of the night. I could even understand why Fox had deserved some kind of explanation as well. I didn’t think I owed him an apology because I didn’t want, need, or ask for him, or anyone else for that matter, to be guarding me.

Rally had done that, without my knowledge or consent.

And now he was here, in my house in the middle of the night, demanding that I explain myself?

“I’m not doing this,” I said in a very calm voice that managed to hide the turmoil I was feeling on the inside.

“Not doing what exactly?” His voice was deceptively soft, controlled even.

I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one attempting to hide the emotions raging inside of me.

This was not going to end well. For either of us.

I waved my hand vaguely in his direction. “This. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t even want it to begin with. And now I’m not doing it.”

I didn’t think that statement would require any more clarification on my part.

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