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I rest my head against hers. “I don’t know.”
Emersyn’s breaths are ragged, and it sparks a new kind of excitement in me. My mind races.Is she wet for me? Does she want me? How far can I go before I snap?I thread my fingers through her hair and tip her head back, sliding my other hand from her throat and down her body. I suddenly want to dance with the fucking Devil.
“Here’s your chance, Emersyn,” I taunt her as I graze her breasts. “Tell me no, and I’ll think about it, but…” I catch her gaze. “Part of me thinks you’re as turned on as I am right now.”
Her lips part as I dip lower, reaching the button of her jeans. “St-stop.”
Fuck.
“Why?” I demand, my exhilaration growing ragey in its cage despite my hands freezing. “Why should I stop? Do you not want this? Because I have a feeling you want it.”
“My boyfriend?—”
“Isn’t your boyfriend right now,” I cut her off, unsnapping the button. “We’re trapped in this house,Em…”You’re either going to end up fucked or dead. Or both. Not sure yet if fucking will be enough to stave off my madness.
“I don’t know… I don’t really know you…”
I let out a frustrated sigh.She’s right.I’ll just go to sleep. I drop her back and stalk from the room, grabbing the pills I left sitting on the dresser. I thunder up the stairs, the echo of my footsteps barely audible over the anger humming in my mind.
I slam the lookout door behind me, Gunner barely slipping inside, and then I flip the lock. I open the pill bottle, and shake out a handful, popping them into my mouth and dry swallowing. I set the nearly empty bottle on the desk and retreat to the corner, taking a seat on the carpet and leaning my head back against the wall.
Fuck her for saying no. Fuck me for not killing her. Fuck me for not knowing how to be a normal human being anymore. I need to stay away from her.
Closing my eyes, I let the chill sink in, the draft providing me with the cold shoulder I desire right now. Gunner sits beside me as the heaviness takes hold, drawing me into an unconscious stupor that numbs my brain and body.
It’s the only time I ever get any peace.
I just hope it lasts a while.
Chapter 8
Emersyn
I stare at the stairwell,counting six treads before the mid-landing is swallowed by darkness. Turner and his dog disappeared up those stairs almost two freaking days ago, and I haven’t seen either of them since. Luckily, when I had followed him out onto the back porch, I’d found the stack of firewood, which has allowed me to keep the cabin warm. But…where is he?
My jaw tenses as I think about the pill bottle he grabbed, and the way he pushed me sexually right before. Ihatehow turned on I was by him, and part of me regrets not letting him wipe the breakup from my mind momentarily. Part of me is still hoping Adam will want to work things out—but the smarter part knows it needs to be over.
Maybe Turner could jump start that process.
If he’s even still alive.
I frown at the intrusive thought, but honestly, it’s been flickering beneath the surface ever since he took that pill bottle and never came back. And I mean, maybe he’s just keeping to himself? Maybe he’s totally fine up there—whereverthereis.
But I can’t let it go.
His dog should at least need to go to the bathroom? Eat?Something. I smooth out my sweater and take a step towardthe stairs.If he’s up there, and wants to be left alone, I’ll just apologize and come back. No big deal.But as the wood creaks beneath my steps, itfeelslike a big deal. It feels like I might be walking right into a trap.
Taking deep breaths to steady my racing heart, I pause on the mid-landing. I check my watch, noting that it’s almost dark outside, too, which probably isn’t helping this whole escapade I’ve started on. But I continue forward, my mind running one hundred miles an hour.
What will I do if he…isn’t okay? I don’t have a phone. He doesn’t have a phone. How do I get help?
As I reach the top of the stairs, I’m met with multiple doors—all of them closed. I stand there for a few long moments, straining to hear something other than the howling of the winds. The snow fall has slowed from what I can tell, but the wind keeps whipping violently. As if on cue, a draft causes a chill to run down my spine, and I wrap my arms around myself.
I make it to the first door and stop again.Do I knock? Or just open it?I want to shout out my frustration. I’m already freaking trapped in a stranger’s house in the middle of a fucking blizzard—with no phone—and now I’m having to do a welfare check on the guy who knocked me out. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be terrified or just…mad.Regardless, I choose to knock softly.
But nothing happens.
I try the doorknob, and it turns in my hand. I push the door in, but the room is completely dark. I can’t make out what’s on the shelves and walls, but it’s easy to see that Turner and his dog are MIA. I close the door and move to the next one. As I do, the sound of a slight whining catches my attention from the next door over. I creep across to it, my heart pounding in my ears now.
