Poseidia by J.L. Imhoff

Author:J.L. Imhoff [Imhoff, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-02T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Temptation clawed at me, but I pushed the wicked impulse back down. No. I would have to answer to the High Council. And so would Roman. I couldn’t do that to him. Focus—get the locket and go.

I stepped to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, and pushed open the door. My anger threatened to overtake me and I struggled to push it back down.

Betrayal ripped my soul apart.

Being this far away from the Connective I didn’t feel the euphoria. I was sure now. Negative human emotions surged and became overwhelming without the influence of Poseidia. My skin crawled.

Boxes lined the wall and everything was bare in the master bedroom, too. I crept down the hall toward the spare bedroom where I’d kept my jewelry, and all my clothing. I’d had my locket with me on the cruise, but had taken it off after my shower. David could have gotten rid of everything by now.

Please let it still be here, please.

I opened up the spare bedroom door and let out the breath I’d held. My old and cheap dresser stood there in the dark. I’d bought it at a second-hand shop for less than twenty bucks. David wouldn’t let me buy new furniture. All the money we made went to his tuition.

Correction. All the money I’d made.

Unselfishly, I’d settled for old and worn out. I crept over and pulled open the top drawer where I’d kept my jewelry. It was empty.

I opened all the drawers one by one, but they were all empty and I slammed them in frustration. What did he do with my stuff?

The front door opened and I froze. David? Or Roman? David’s musky scent filled my nostrils. That was fast—crap. Damn—what do I do?

David walked up the stairs, humming a song. I’d left the door open to his bedroom so I slunk back down the hallway and closed it before he reached the top of the stairs. He slipped into the shower, still singing, oblivious to my presence. Good.

What do I do? Do I leave without my locket? Or keep looking?

No—I came all this way and I’m not leaving without it. No way.

Back in the spare bedroom, I searched for a clue as to where he’d moved my belongings.

In the closet was the suitcase I’d taken on the cruise. I unzipped it. Empty. My jewelry pouch along with everything I had ever owned was missing. Damn.

David emerged from the bathroom, whistling the same tune.

I halted.

Time was slipping by too fast.

He walked by and went into the master bedroom. The bed squeaked as he sat down. I tiptoed over and listened at the door.

David’s presence tempted me. My weakness screamed for me to go in and confront him.

Why did he murder me?

Seething rage battled for control. Stealthily, I crept out into the hallway. A board creaked—I stopped.

From where I stood in the hallway, I had a clear view of him as he turned toward the direction of the noise. David’s alarm clock abruptly let out a screeching sound into the stillness of the night.

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