Page 15 of My Soul Is His

I know it’s a lie, another way for the demon to control me, but as I turn toward Sebastian, the deafening roar continues, a relentless assault on my ears.

Against my conscious decision, an unseen force compels me to pursue the ghost, leaving me feeling like a mere observer in my body, a shiver running down my spine.

The floor’s chill seeps through my socks as I stoop to grab my shoes.

Terror fills her voice, and I know she needs me. Heart pounding, I stand and creep toward the threshold, doing my best to escape the room without waking him.

Glancing over my shoulder, Sebastian is still, and I scoot out through the door before covering it again.

Instead of the boisterous front entrance, I choose the back path, the air thick with the damp smell of the ravine as I makemy way toward the immense boulders, their size making me regret my choice of route.

The hairs on the nape of my neck stand. Being watched is a normal thing, but sensing it like this is new. With a shaky grip on the dewy, cold rock, I pull myself over the fence.

Dampness clings to everything, even the usually bright sky, blurring its edges, mirroring the desperate, hopeless emotion inside. The voices swirl around me, a frigid wind whispering secrets and threats in my ear.

Breathless and determined, I push through the thorny branches, their scratches stinging my skin, the unsettling feeling of being watched intensifying as I run toward the murmurs that seem to beckon from the dark woods ahead.

Before I can get very far, something wraps around my elbow and halts me. I almost stumble forward and fall flat, but it holds me upright. With a jerk, I whip my head back, prepared for a battle, but stare at Sebastian’s face instead, the air thick with tension.

His features twist into a feral grimace, eyes narrow before a slow, sly smirk stretches across his lips, his dark eyebrows furrowing. The muscles in his jaw clench.

“Running away again, my dove?”

“I wasn’t. I didn’t. I can explain…” I glance toward the woods again, but only silence greets me.

“The voices again? It’s been a few days. This should simmer down.” His tone calms the anxiety zipping through my body, and I lower my shoulders.

“Might’ve been a dream,” I whisper. We both know that’s a lie. No one dreams here, not even nightmares.

He pulls me in close, his embrace warm and strong, but a sudden chill runs down my spine—a fleeting feeling of unease before he releases me.

“I was awake when you left and followed you. At first it was to keep you safe, but I can’t help that the chase turned me on,” Sebastian says.

“That’s creepy.” I give him a scrunched face smirk and place my arm on the crook of his elbow before walking back toward the new house.

I wonder what will happen after the blue demon leaves me. Sebastian shouldn’t be subjected to the pain it’ll cause.

“Get out of your head. It’s a scary place in there.”

His favourite phrase makes me smile, and I slow my gait to match his stroll.

“What fun would that be?”

“You want excitement? Need me to pull you away from your thoughts?” He raises an eyebrow when I glance at him.

“Sebastian, did you even think about the harm you’re going to endure? I’m grateful, but at what cost did you save me?” My worries bubble in my stomach, questions ache to climb out of my throat and word vomit everywhere.

He doesn’t answer and pulls me toward the ravine behind the new house. Towering trees line the area, their shadows stretching across the trail, and as we duck through the branches, Sebastian detours to a path concealed by a large, imposing boulder.

It’s almost serene, a pristine space untouched by darkness, the air still and clean. Bright green moss, soft and yielding to the touch, covers the smooth, grey rocks, and crystal-clear water babbles over the cool, wet pebbles.

“This might be the most beautiful part of Cavum Terra we’ve ever found.”

“Nope, I look at the most beautiful part of Cavum Terra every fucking day, and it certainly isn’t some mossy rocks. I’d save you at any cost. There’s nothing I wouldn’t endure for you.”

I lower myself to the ground, the rough bark of the tree scratching against my arm as I lean against it, my gaze falling to the smooth pebbles. Tears well as I hide my face from him, the man who knows me better than anyone, my forever person, the soul I’ve waited my whole life for.

“But what if—“

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