Wicked Haunting (Wicked Immortals Book 1) by Raven Woodward

Author:Raven Woodward [Woodward, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Arreyah

I jerked awake, my panic fueled by confusion.

There were monsters. Professor Errius, Izzie…

Stark horror seeped in as the events before I fell unconscious came back to me. Brandr and Phoenix had been there. They’d tried to stop Lofric…

Before I could force my body to move, to take in more than the ceiling above me and the drapes hanging around the bed I laid on—not my bed—a rough, sinful voice spoke.

“There you are. Awake at last.”

I sat up so fast my head spun, and my vision blurred. A groan escaped me as I lifted a hand to my throbbing temple.

Lofric sat in an armchair near the bed, his body too large for the seat in a way that was almost comical.

Almost.

Because instead of the roiling mist that usually surrounded him, he was here, in the flesh. Solid and not so mysterious. He wore what looked like gleaming black armor splattered with dark-red flecks that could only be blood.

“Are they dead?” My voice came out in a scratchy croak. I winced, the raw ache of my throat making itself known.

Lofric’s black eyes held me in place like a dagger to my throat. His attention was on the spot where Brandr had sank his fangs into me.

My hand lifted automatically, finding the bandage missing. Instead, my fingertips grazed over rough, sore flesh.

A low, menacing sound emanated from the king. “They should be.”

His answer made my chest tight, though I knew I had no reason to feel grief for two monsters that had tormented me.

Lofric’s dark gaze sharpened like the point of a blade poised to sink between my ribs and cease the organ in my chest’s frantic beating. “Why do you care, morbeit-sin?”

“I don’t.” The lie burned my tongue. I did care. It made no sense, but what part of my life had made sense so far?

His hands gripped the armrests in a white-knuckled grip, and an ominous groan accompanied the action. “Lies. I can see it in your eyes. Their deaths bother you. Even after they hurt you, humiliated you, and took what was mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I countered, knowing the protest would do little good. It hadn’t with Phoenix or Brandr. The thought of their bodies ripped apart in the Deadknot Woods made it hard to breathe. “Where am I?” I asked, trying to suck in a deep enough breath to loosen the knot in my chest.

“Home,” was his only response.

“No, my home is in the mortal realm, and last I checked, my bed didn’t look like this.” I gestured to the drapes hanging along the four posts.

“This is your new home. With me.” His lips kicked up to one side, but his expression dared me to argue.

I huffed out a frustrated breath.

Before I could continue our pointless back-and-forth, he rose to his feet, and holy fuck he was tall. The long waves of his dark hair fell loosely down his back. He was a painfully gorgeous man, but I knew better. A man he was not, no matter how much he looked like one.

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