Page 91 of Grave Possession

Pulling out my phone, I dial the emergency line.

“Hello, 9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

Disguising my voice, I reply, “Yeah, I’m out at the old fire lookout tower, and there’s smoke rising due north-west.”

“I’m sorry, sir, -id you -ay fire?” This fucking phone connection is going to cause a forest fire, which is exactlywhat I’m trying to avoid by calling before Mallory drops a match.

“Yes,” I enunciate. “Fire.”

“Okay, si- wher- — you?”

“North,” I reply, then hang up.

That will have to be good enough because Mallory’s done with the inside, and moving around the back of the house.

I follow her through the trees, waiting for the moment she realizes she needs my help. Stopping dead in her tracks, and glaring down at the chain woven through the door handles, she clenches her fists.

Here it comes.

I wait, thrumming with excitement, for the moment my name rings out through the trees. However, the seconds tick on, and she just stares at the doors. I can’t read her expression from this distance, but as her foot rears back and she slams the heel of her boot into the old weathered handle, I feel safe in saying her face is set with determination.

Over and over she throws her weight into the same well-placed location. The handle finally gives away, warped and broken from the furious impacts. She pulls the chain free through the dislodged part, then drops it to the ground. I’m shocked. Completely mesmerized by her. Sporting a throbbing half chub because of her fierceness and defiance. If I hadn’t agreed to keep my dick to myself until my gut healed, I’d throw her down and fuck her into the dirt as punishment for going behind my back like this.

Without any hesitation, Mallory descends into the darkness. I emerge from the trees, crossing the expanse tostand at the doorway to her old cell. The splashing of gasoline is loud in the soundless space beneath the earth, but aside from that, there’s nothing else. No screaming, no crying, no incoherent mumbling. I take it as a good sign, and move off to the side, leaning nonchalantly against a tree, awaiting her to reemerge.

Mallory

The acrid smell of gasoline permeates the air around me, making my head fuzzy and vision blurry.Time to go.With one last look around the barren space, I hold my head high as I climb the stairs. Anything that was left down here must have been taken to the station as evidence. I can only imagine the amount of crucial DNA on that mattress.

Whispering a quiet “Goodbye and good riddance,” as I reach the threshold, emerging from the shadows, and leaving my past behind me.

The sound of a throat clearing catches my attention, and I whip my head in the direction it came from. Nox stands to my left, face completely unreadable, as he watches me like a hawk. What’s he going to do? Is he furious? Do I care? Of course I do, but hopefully he’ll get over it.

“You might want to light this shit-hole up before the authorities get here.” His deep voice clears the space between us, sending a shiver down my spine.He knew.Nox was aware I had an ulterior motive, and still brought me here to put my demons to bed.Fuck, I love this man.

A smile splits across my face, and when he sees it, hisboots blaze a path to the tips of mine. Our mouths collide in need, hunger, and adoration, as his warm hands cup my face. He devours my very being in a matter of seconds, and when he pulls away I’m completely breathless. Weak in the knees for a whole new reason, dripping with arousal instead of panic.

His hand snakes into my pocket, retrieving the water proof matches I snatched from the emergency kit. Popping the top, he pulls one out and swipes it over the strike strip. It ignites with a crackle, charging the air around us in a whole new way. He’s putting me first. Committing a crimewithme, not because of me. Binding us together in another way I’ll never be able to unwind myself from, not that I’d want to. He’s everything I need and want in this life, growing and evolving with me.

“You’re sure?” I ask, watching the flame smolder down the match stick.

His eyes are alight with desire, and the words he speaks are a balm to the hesitancy blazing in my mind. “Let it burn.”

Chapter Fifty-seven

Mallory

“What do you think?” I ask, twirling in a circle for Nox to see my costume from all angles. The short Victorian looking dress flares around my thighs, as the hatchet tucked into one of his old utility belts sways at my side. I can tell he’s not crazy about the high neckline, but oh well. This dress is perfect and beautiful with its black lace detailing. It keeps my tits covered, and it’s got the stupid easy access he demanded.

“You look great…but what are you supposed to be?”

I scoff, “ I can't believe you don’t see it.” With my hair pinned back in a 1920’s style bun, I think I look pretty close to the mark. The kick-off of The Henderson Haunt is tonight, and I may vomit from the mix of fear and excitement warring in my gut.

“Are you the dude fromAmerican Psycho?”

“Oh my god, how are we together? NO!”

“What!? I’m sorry.”

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