Page 26 of Buried Souls
My lips wrap around his digit, swallowing it whole until it disappears in my mouth. I moan as I imagine that it’s his cock that I’m sucking instead, the swollen tip leaking with precum as my tongue laps away around the bulging livid head.
Moisture pools between my legs.
I exhale, a sudden need to be filled up again washing over me.
Niko’s nostrils flare, inhaling the air around us.
“Fuck.” Hissing, he closes his eyes, chest expanding as the sweet aroma of my arousal soaks the room. “You need to leave,” he repeats, brows drawn together in a heavy scowl. “Now!” He throws me off himself, the gash on his chest opening even more as his muscles strain from exertion.
I back up, not understanding the sudden change in his behavior. “I—I’m sorry,” I began. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Let me at least stitch you up.”
“No!” he shouts, jumping up, eyes blazing with rage. A heavy mask of gloom descends upon him, coating his features in a blanket of darkness. An empty pit of nothingness stares back at me, as if all light has been extinguished from his soul.
Fear shoots through me, paralyzing me to the spot.
“Get out!” he bellows, throwing a wooden chair in my direction. It hits the mirror, shattering it into thousand little pieces, the razor sharp shards flying across the carpeted floor, nicking me where I still stand rooted.
He grabs his head, grimacing, as if laced with pain, fingers digging into his scalp.
I step towards him, despair and alarm causing me to snap out of my daze, to help this man that is clearly in immense agony.
“NO!!” he roars, his eyes flashing, a sudden animalistic glazecoating them.
All courage leaves me as bottomless eyes lock in on me from across the room. It’s as if there’s nothing human there. No soul. Only an empty husk of nothing. My blood chills over, mind refusing to accept what I’m witnessing.
In a flash, he turns, and running at full speed, crashes through the window, disappearing into the forest and the rain that is still beating down.
CHAPTER 12
“These Holes Were Made for Fucking”
“What the hell was that?”
I pace up and down my room, hours after Niko threw himself out of his second floor window. I had rushed to it almost instantly, sure that a dead body would be waiting for me on the cold ground.
And yet, nothing of that magnitude had transpired. Nolifeless form or shards of broken glass was lying on the grass when I looked out over the empty frame. Not even a single footprint was left when I went to investigate the area around the mansion.
For hours, I searched the surroundings and still found nothing.
There has to be some reasonable explanation for what I saw. I refuse to believe that man turned into a wraith-like being right in front of my eyes.
“You are completely losing it, for Christ’s sake.”
What should I do?
I think about going to Rein or even Hunter and telling them what happened. Am more than willing to confront them head on and any number of lies or stretched realities that they might throw at me. But in the end, I chicken out, not wanting to be labeled a raging lunatic and be thrown out into the rain with no money on me and no other sign of human life within a walking distance.
No, I ultimately decide, I’ll return to the source of the problem, to the crime scene, and do what I do best: research, explore, and inquire.
Inching the door open and creeping like a thief in the night, I climb the many steps to Niko’s floor, my blood pumping with adrenaline.
The narrow hall stands empty, shadows swirling along the high-ceilinged walls as if alive. I glance behind, apprehension driving my feet forward, my mind imploring me to get the quest over and done with.
Reaching his chambers, I plaster my ear to the door, straining to make out any sound of movement from behind the thick wood.
Holding my breath while my heart thunders with its frantic beats reverberating across my chest, my fingers latch around thebrass door knob. Sweat forms on my palms, my skin turning slippery from the salty film of liquid coating it.
The door cracks open, providing a sliver of space for me to inspect the room.
