Page 86 of Property of Necro
For her.
My Soul.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Something’s wrong.
I don’t know how I know, but I sense it. A tingle. A wrongness. It looms like a dark storm cloud, following me through the church as I go up for breakfast by myself, again. After yesterday, I hoped Necro would wake me this morning with sex and a shower, but nope. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, so fast. That’s on me. I got ahead of myself, asking about the mask too soon. He shut down, and nothing with him was the same after that. If Coffin and Rot could tell, they didn’t let on as we chatted for hours in Necro’s bedroom before Mama came down with a plate of sandwiches and a bag of chips to share. It was… nice, apart from Necro playing on his phone most of the time.
In the kitchen, I claim my stool and wait for Mama to finish washing his hands before I help myself to leftover eggs and bacon. I must have slept in. After the craziness of yesterday, that makes sense. I have no clue what time we went to bed last night, only that Rot and Coffin put methere, with a kiss to the forehead, before they closed me inside like a vampire taking her daytime slumber.
Drying his hands on a towel, Mama turns and trips over his feet when he sees me. “Sola,” he gasps.
“You alright?”
Mama nods, looking everywhere but at me.
See. Something’s off.
“What’s going on?” I wave my hand around. There are no brothers. No Rot. No Coffin. No Tiffany.
“We have a visitor.”
“Who?”
“Dark’s here.”
What?
“Why?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“To take you home.”
“Wh-why… Why would he do that?” I stammer, staring at Mama like a deer in headlights. Did I do something wrong? Why would he be here?
Mama’s face scrunches up on the verge of tears. Turning around, he marches to another room. A door slams shut moments later, and Creature lumbers into the kitchen with a duffel slung over his shoulder. “It’s time to go,” he states, all business.
“What’s going on? Where’s Coffin, Rot, or Necro?”
“They’re busy.”
“Busy?” Since when?
He dips his head. “Yes. Busy.”
“Doing what?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
Of course, he can’t. What the fuck?
“Is this some kind of joke?” I look around the room,waiting for the inevitable gotcha moment, where all the guys jump out and scare the bejeezus outta me.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Creature slowly shakes his head. “No, ma’am.”
“Dark’s really here?”
