Pretty Little Killer (Pretty Obsessions Book 2) by AJ Merlin

Author:AJ Merlin [Merlin, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

My dreams are full of sharp edges and the color red. Even before I lose the full memories of them to the light of day, all I can remember is the thrill of violence in my veins, fear, and red.

Opening my eyes in the dim light, I see that it’s still dark in the room, but the glow of the television is gone. When I turn my head to the side, I notice I’m not in their living room anymore, and fear jerks into place in my stomach as I wonder if getting out of Professor Carmine’s office had been the dream, not whatever I’d just had in my head.

But a glance around the familiar room, and at the familiar body to my side, calms me before my heart can do more than race. I’m not in an office. I’m in Rook’s bed. One of them must have carried me here after I’d fallen asleep, and the only reason I’m awake now is because thunder shakes the windows and lightning flickers through the room.

Lightly, I lie back down, my head on the pillow so I can stare into the calmness of Oliver’s sleeping face. He looks so… sweet like this. So kind, like the mask he wears.

Except… it isn’t quite a mask. At least not toward Rook or me. It’s real for him, and I’ve started to learn how to tell when it’s not real for other people. But that’s their loss, that they don’t get to see the Oliver that I do.

He’s so gorgeous. Just as gorgeous as Rook, but in a completely different way. My hand inches forward until I can trace my fingers over the skin of his jaw, drawing my touch up to his hair until he sighs out a breath and a smile curls over his lips.

“I’m awake, wonder girl,” he murmurs, curling closer to me until his knees bump against mine. “Do you need me to be?”

“No,” I breathe, cupping his jaw in my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t.” His eyes flutter open, then close again. “I don’t like storms.”

My hand pauses, and I pull back to stare at him like he’s grown a second head. “You don’t?” I ask, wondering if I’ve heard him wrong. “Not even in the mornings, or when you don’t have to get out of bed?”

He shakes his head slowly against the pillow. “Never have since I was a little kid. I had a bad experience with being caught out in one. Now I don’t like them.” Oliver shrugs. “It’s not very deep or exciting, I’m sorry to say. But I could make it into a better story if you want.”

“I don’t need a better story,” I tell him, but he doesn’t answer. I watch as he falls back to sleep, his breathing evening out even though the storm rages on outside.

But I can’t sleep. Somehow, I’m not even tired, even though it can’t be past four am and I had the worst day of my life yesterday.

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