"Hurry back. Your girl is ready to fall asleep in your arms."
His smile is breathtakingly perfect, leaving me enamored as he slips free from the bed. I almost forgot he walked around the party shirtless. No doubt, every girl in here is green with envy right now.
I stand up with the sheet clutched to me, and his brow raises quizzically as he pulls his jeans back on.
"Where do you think you're going?" he jokes.
"I'm thirsty, and I need something to eat. I'll just bring it back to the room."
He lets a small laugh free and nods.
"Definitely bring it back. I don't want to share you tonight."
He kisses my forehead, and escapes into the rowdy room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
With a snap of my fingers, my clothes are back on, and I follow his exit. I really wish he had at least put on a shirt. I hate seeing all the girls drooling over him the way only I should be able to do.
He laughs with Deke, who I'm sure saw our passionate disappearance from the party. I blush lightly as I make my way into the kitchen. Amy's secret art room door is cracked ever so slightly, and curiosity invites me in. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I quietly push through and head in.
Artwork decorates the walls in abundance, but one really grabs my attention in an infuriating manner. There's one of Kane displayed proudly. The attention to detail would be amazing if not for the fact she's a psycho stalker.
One thing strikes me as odd. She colored in his eyes as blue, and there's a dark aura surrounding his beauty. I'm sure to the scorned woman, he does seem dark. To me, he's absolutely stunningly light.
My witch senses kick in, and I feel the faintest trickle of air coming from a hollow wall. It piques my interest enough to draw me in, and I kneel before it to find the slightest bit of a gap from the baseboard.
"False wall, perhaps?" I mumble aloud.
This home obviously belonged to immortals before, and every good immortal has a hidden room designed to be a safe-room. What troubles me, is that it's usually not meant to be safe in the same sense a human defines the word.
Secret rooms are designed for discreet killings and disposal thereafter. Torture rooms, holding cells... so many different things could lie below. I'
m sure Kane and his friends have been oblivious to all of the dark things that could be hidden beneath, but I can taste the darkness embedded in the wall beyond this point.
With a steadying breath, I step back and bypass searching for the hidden switch that would open this. Using my abilities, I slide the wall open.
A dark stairwell lies in front of me, warning me to drop this search. There's no reason I should need to see what's below. I know darkness once etched this place. I can feel it.
And Kane thinks my house has darkness lurking within.
Against my better judgment and the voice in my head screaming for me to stop, I start my descent, closing the false door behind me as the darkness cloaks me. I push a piece of magic out of my body to light the room.
The glowing ball resembles the sun as it floats to the center and rests high overhead to cast a light on all the hidden, ghastly sights.
My footfalls echo through the silent room. The music can't reach this heavily padded portion of the house, further proving my theory that nothing good ever came from this room.
As I head down, I start seeing many different chains, steel collars, shackles of all kinds, and heavy bars lined up like cages. There are enchanted crests on all of them, making this seem like a prison for the immortal world as opposed to a torture room for human victims.
"Shit," I gripe aloud.
Kane lives in a home where creatures such as myself were probably held and bled... or worse. This is not good. The darkness that owned this place could always return to claim its rights. Immortals are deadly serious about their possessions. Though this house has been sold, the prior tenant might decide to be sentimental and come to reclaim their memories. And they'll take the lives of anyone in their way.
Swallowing hard, I cast a hand forth to draw in the remnants left behind. It's hard to tell what was trapped in that cage because I suck at this, but I finally see the aura staining the ground. There are a few, dried drops of blood to help me cipher what once stayed in here.
"Lycan," I almost whisper to myself.
Someone had a lycan trapped in here. I can almost feel the hatred burning through the bars from the lycan that tried to escape numerous times. Oddly enough, I don't sense a death. This place is full of darkness, but no death? How is that possible?
A shudder passes through me, and I decide I've seen enough to know my house is much, much safer than this one. I don't care if it is against the light law to intentionally use magic against a human. I'll do it to push Kane out of this place if I have to.