The Blood we Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys Book 4) by Monty Jay

Author:Monty Jay [Jay, Monty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-30T21:00:00+00:00

BUTTERFLIES

FIFTEEN

Lyra

The cabin smells like garlic.

It’s the first thing I notice when I walk through the door.

The second thing is that it’s clean. Unnaturally clean.

My project is still taking up all the space in the living room, all of my supplies untouched, but everything else? Spotless.

I bite back a smile, trying to imagine Thatcher walking around my house cleaning. Gods knows what he found in this place along the way. I drag my finger across a shelf on the wall, the one that has jars of creatures soaked in formaldehyde, and when I lift my finger back up, there isn’t a speck of dust to be found.

I didn’t even know I owned a duster.

For the last two weeks, Thatcher and I have found a routine. I can still feel him keeping his distance emotionally, but he leaves the door to his room open during the day. The other night, I was up late working on my spider frame. He came down and sat on the love seat across from me to read.

We sat there in silence, just existing in each other’s presence for hours.

His company is that of a shadow.

Quiet, subtle, but you know he’s there.

My shoes thud against the wall as I kick them off, throwing my coat across the couch, before I make my way into the kitchen, where the smell of actual food, not the frozen meals I consume, is wafting from.

When I walk through the archway, I find Thatcher’s back to me, a purple hand towel tossed over his shoulder, wearing a white button-down rolled to his elbows and his standard black slacks. Classical music plays from my speaker, and I watch in awe as he pulls the silver pan from my stove and flips the food in the air.

He turns, showing the side profile of his face. Pieces of his white hair fall in front of his forehead, just a few, and it’s those pieces of hair that do me in every single time.

“You cook?” I question, moving to the fridge, trying to pretend I wasn’t staring.

He peers at me over his shoulder, acknowledging my presence before pouring red wine into the pan, making steam erupt.

“I’m fantastic with anything that requires a knife.”

I snag a bottle of water, smirking. “Should I be worried about where the meat in this dish came from, Hannibal?”

Thatcher rolls his eyes. “Human beings are disgusting. I don’t touch them with my bare hands, and you think I’m going to eat their flesh? Some stalker you are. Do you even know me?”

My jaw drops. “You jerk!”

A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth, and a laugh bubbles up from my stomach. He’s funny when he wants to be. Warm when he isn’t busy convincing the world he’s Jack Frost.

I adore this version of Thatch, the one only I get to see. I love it almost as much as the part that terrifies people.

He is both their nightmare and my daydream.

“Speaking of killing people.” I lift myself up onto the wooden island in the center of the kitchen, scooting towards the middle before sitting cross-legged.

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