Winnie Carter's eyes flickered open in the dimly lit room. It took her vision a few seconds to adjust to the darkness and her brain even longer to recall all events before the three seconds her eyes had been open.When she eventually did remember, there was only one thing she wanted to do: escape!She tried to move both hands but stopped when they wouldn't budge. She was about to try raising her legs when she felt constrained.Despite the dullness of the room, her eyes shot down to see what was causing the restriction. Squinting hard, she found hints of a rope tied across her body. She was bound.“Oh crap!” She hissed. Her pissed-off voice echoed around the room before returning to her ears.The sound made her even more annoyed. There were a lot of things she needed to do, and being locked up this way was going to set her back a lot. Being the businesswoman she was, she decided to run a little negotiation.“Hello? Is anyone there?” She called out. Her voice, like a spring, bounced thr
Elijah parked his car and went straight into the center. He walked past the pixie-cut lady trying to call out to him and didn't stop until he got to Dr Hill's office.He knocked on the door, and even before the doctor could tell him to come in, he pushed it open and stepped in.“Elijah!” Dr Hill called in faux surprise. Pretending as if it was barely twenty minutes ago, he had called to tell him he would be coming.However, what stopped him dead in his tracks was the woman who turned to look at him.“Rhonda?” He found himself calling in a shock-filled voice.“Elijah, what are you doing here?” She asked, her brows slanting curiously.“I should be asking you that. Is everything okay? Is your mum fine?” “She is,” her face fell before she continued speaking. “You know how mum gets. When she found out you brought her back to life, she insisted I come to Dr Hill for extra medication, just in case you did something bad to her,” she explained.He knew he was supposed to be mad at her mother
“What kind of god are you? Aren't gods supposed to be kind?” “Who said so?” He cocked an arrogant brow.“It's a universal belief. How are you a mean God? You're either lying, or I'm dreaming?”“You still don't believe me?” “You've not given me a reason to.”“What else do you want me to do? I already read your mind.”PushShe rolled her eyes.”You could be one of those psychic people. I don't know.” She shrugged.“You're an unbeliever. For a girl as pretty as you are, that's not a smart choice,” he said, shaking his head.“The alternative is taking your word for it. If you want me to believe you're a god, prove it to me. Cause it to rain in here. Please send me a pet dog for companionship. Provide food from the ceiling. I'm not going to eat something that nasty, but it'll turn me into a believer,” she said, throwing him a daring smirk.“Is that a dare?” His lip curved into an amused smile, making him more handsome than he already was.She blinked and took her gaze elsewhere. “The burd
By the time Elijah stepped out of the center, it was completely dark. He was about to hop into his car when his phone rang.“Every bloody time!” He shook his head but knew he couldn't ignore it.Resigning himself to fate, he pulled the phone out and answered the call.“Hey man, where's everyone?” It was Tobias at the other end of the line.He let out a deep breath and relaxed his tensed muscles. “Isn't Cleo at home?” He asked.“Nope. Snow isn't here, either. Where are you?” He asked.“Something mad came up. Winnie is missing.” He tucked the phone in his ears, using his head as support, as he opened the car and got in.There, he withdrew the phone from his ears and put it on a loudspeaker, then dropped it in the passenger's seat.“What'd you mean she's missing? Like missing-missing? Or went for a vacation and do not want to be disturbed, missing?”“Unfortunately, I think it's the former. Her grandfather is in terrible condition. He almost fainted earlier on. I have to find her tonight,
He suddenly stopped hearing her screams, but he kept on driving. A destination unknown, yet he would instead make a fool out of himself than not follow his guts or the voice in his head.The land started to get thinner and more narrow. A sweet smell of lavender wafted around his nose, making him reflexively inhale.On this path, he gained a little bit of clarity. Not only could he smell the lavender, but he could also smell her. No one who had inhaled Winnie's scent before could ever miss it.“Stay with me. I'm on my way,” he whispered as if she could hear him. He hoped the wind carried his promise to her. Give her comfort and reassurance until he arrives to save her.Exactly ten minutes of driving through the lavender, fragrance-filled, narrow path, he found himself in front of a big castle-like house.Dead trees and weeded grasses surrounded the mansion. It was another thing that looked familiar, but he couldn't place why it did.He parked and ran out of the car. He continued on hi
Ivan stared at his hands with eyes widened from shock and disbelief. He had heard correctly when the rumors Elijah didn't have his powers surfaced. He had sensed it himself when he walked through the door. How could he possibly have done what he just did?“Now you've hurt my feelings,” Elijah said, retrieving his hands. “I don't just shake anyone, but I wanted to shake you.” He laughed humorlessly.“What are you? What have you done? I can't sense your powers, yet you were able to lift the barrier. It's her blood. You're consuming her blood,” he stumbled through his words.“Her blood?” He scoffed. “What does it have to do with anything? You know I keep hearing talks about her blood, but aside from how good it smells, no one has told me why the obsession with it.”“I'm no fool. Please don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. The same way Asher drank from the blood of a fairy to trigger his immortality, you're also planning to do the same!”“Ohhhhh,” he stroked his chin. “So
Their lips moved slowly, loving, tasting, seeking, devouring each other, learning every line and curve, exchanging breaths. And when they reached a discovery, Elijah slowly pulled out.“We should stop now,” he said, slightly out of breath.“I don't want to.” She shook her head.“You went through something terrible. Don't you want to talk about it?” He asked, gently stroking her cheeks.“I have forever to speak about it, but when will we ever have this opportunity again?”He sighed, “Winnie—”“You know it's the truth. Anything can happen tomorrow. He'll, anything can happen in the next two hours. You might decide you don't want to be seen close to me or that hiding your secrets is more important than solidifying friendships. I don't know.”Something in the way she said ‘secrets’ caught his attention. He found himself drawing away from her into a sitting position.“Right.” She threw her hands into the air, frustration etched on her face.“Winnie, things aren't black and white. I don't w
A buzzing sound woke him up the following day. Even in his sleep, he could recognize the sound. He opened his eyes and found Winnie pressed against his naked body.Careful not to wake her up, he hurried her to the side and rolled out of bed. As he stepped down, he saw their clothes scattered all over the ground. Crouching, he picked up his pants and pulled out his phone from its back pocket before dragging it up his waist.He tiptoed out of the room down to the living room before answering.“Good morning, sunshine. How'd it go?” “Cleo?” His brow snapped together at how chirpy her voice sounded.“Your one and only,” she laughed.“Why do you sound so happy?” He asked as if it was a crime for her to be happy.“When you're on the road, driving way beyond the speed limit, it tends to get you pumped up,” she explained.“And why are you on the road this early?”“Okay, Mr journalist, slow down!” He didn't need to see her to know she had rolled her eyes hard. The thought made him chuckle. “