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“See?” Relaney takes my arm, her brow creasing. “You need help.”
“Fine,” I say with a sigh.
Chappy picks me up again, along with my overnight bag, and carries me across the room. I glance over his shoulder to find Ezekiel and Relaney with their arms wrapped around each other, seeing us off with broad smiles.
I hope they don’t think I want to become their fourth.
Chappy carries me up the stairs, gazing down at me with awe. “You’re powerful.”
“I’m just being stalked by a ghost,” I mutter.
“Relaney is great and all, but I’ve never met a true clairvoyant.”
“It’s hallucinations. Sometimes I see things when I’m stressed.”
“Dead people?” he asks with a knowing smile.
“Nothing like the boy in the movie, and it only happens under extreme circumstances.”
“I knew it.” He reaches the top of the stairs and opens the door to the spare room.
My chest deflates. It’s impossible to explain that the hallucinations are a trauma response to people I’ve killed or allowed to die. Xero appearing to me as the Grim Reaper is one thing, but I’m not about to admit to the reasons why I sometimes see Mr. Lawson and Jake.
Chappy lays me on the bed and sets down my bag. “We can talk about it tomorrow. I’ll even make you breakfast.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, my head still pounding.
Drawing back, he scoots to the end of the bed and removes my left shoe.
I raise my head and wince at a rush of pain. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you relax,” he replies and slips off the right. “I know a little reflexology. It can ease the pain in your head.”
“No, thanks,” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Ticklish.”
He scoots up the mattress, his brown eyes boring into mine. “If you don’t want a foot massage, how about I eat your pussy?”
My breath hitches, and my cheeks grow hot. “Wh-What?”
He grins, his eyes sparkling. “Relaney’s got Ezekiel. Now, I’ve got you.” He waggles his tongue. “I can make you feel real good.”
My heart races, and the pulse between my legs pounds so hard that its vibrations reach my toes. It’s too soon. I can’t take up any offers, especially from one of Relaney’s men.
Or can I?
Beneath the scraggly beard and messy hair is a handsome man with hints of muscles showing through his green shirt. If I squint hard enough, he could pass for a hot surfer dude.
I’ve hooked up with men in the past but never gotten close to an orgasm. Either we get interrupted, or they’re completely inept, or I seize up at the reminder of Mr. Lawson. For the longest time, my brain associated sexual pleasure with miscarriages or the man I killed.
The only man who ever made me climax was Xero.
I can’t say if it was his voice, his filthy words, or the safety that he was behind bars. Phone sex with him gave me explosive orgasms, which only got better when I played with his dildo.
“How about it?” Chappy runs his long fingers down my thigh, making me fidget.
The question hangs in the air, leaving the kind of tension I feel across every inch of my skin. My throat tightens. I glance around the room for signs of Xero’s ghost. My clit swells and my libido urges me to take him up on his offer, but I shove back the little traitor.
“I pledged my life to Xero,” I murmur. “My body belongs to him.”
