CALLI
The almost-silent gunshot that pierces the room forces a scream from my throat.
The voice startles me, and my eyes fly open.
“What the—”
I try to sit up, but my arms are stuck behind my head.
My head is fuzzy, really fucking fuzzy.
I still, trying to focus, trying to drag up memories of how I went from being on Ant’s bed with his head…
Everything slams into me with the force of an articulated lorry, and I kick my legs out as I try once more to get up.
Ant.
Daemon.
The gunshot.
“Noooo,” I shriek, my heart racing so hard it makes my head even fuzzier. “Daemon,” I cry.
Silence.
“DAEMON! DAEMON!” I scream his name until my throat is hoarse, but nothing happens. No one comes.
Looking up toward the headboard, I find my wrists have been bound with silk scarves, and when I remember that he dragged me from that warehouse in just my bra and skirt, I look down at what I have on.
“Jesus,” I mutter, taking in the black men’s shirt I’m now wearing.
Did he fucking change me?
“Daemon,” I scream once more, but just like I expect, nothing happens.
He’s either ignoring me, or he’s left me here. Wherever here is.
I look around the room, trying to find something that might clue me in as to where I am.
The walls are white and the furniture is a dark walnut. It all looks expensive, but surely, it’s not Daemon’s place.
I’d expect that to be as black as Theo’s, to match his soul.
A sob rips up my throat as I think about Ant.
Is that where Daemon’s gone? To clean up his body?
Rolling onto my front, I bury my face into the pillow and let my tears spill free as I mourn something that never could have been mine anyway.
I never wanted this, yet I knew it was the risk we were both taking.
We were both naïve to think we weren’t going to get caught.
I just never imagined that it would be by him.
Daemon.
My Batman.