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Inside, the room is dark and I have to hunt around for the light switch.
When I find it and flick it on, the sudden brightness makes spots dance before my eyes and I have to blink to clear them.
Before I can take in my surroundings, I’m slammed against the wall and a strong forearm is pinning me in place by my neck.
“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing here?” A rough voice snarls in my face.
I look up at the man pinning me to the wall. White blonde hair. Pale blue-grey eyes. Grey Hoodie. His face is full of pain but his eyes are cold. I know those eyes. I know that expression. I know that man.
“Ghost?” I ask, wondering why the fuck he’s pinning me to the wall now that we can both see each other.
I yelp out in pain as the pressure around my neck increases.
“No. Ghost is gone.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I gasp, struggling to free myself from his hold.
“They’re both gone.”
“Both? Who?” Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen, but I’m confused as fuck.
“Silas and Ghost are gone.”
“Then who are you?” He’s lost his damn mind. I know they think we’re all crazy here, but he’s certifiable. Fucking bat-shit if you ask me.
“I’m your worst nightmare.”
“I doubt it,” I manage to scoff despite the darkness slowly closing in at the edges of my vision. I have no idea why Ghost is deciding to be such an arsehole, but I’m not scared of him.
“You think so?” He growls.
“I know so,” I pant.
He’s silent for a moment, then, “You know you’re going to die here, right?”
“You say that, but I’m still here,” I point out though every word costs me what little energy and oxygen I have left.
He lets up for a second and I suck in air like a fish out of water.
“Because you haven’t witnessed what I can do.”
“I don’t care if you’re the devil himself. You’re not going to hurt me,” I say with as much conviction as I can muster
“You’re wrong. And you’re fucking with the wrong guy,” he hisses, jerking my head back sharply.
That’s when I notice the blood.
“Ghost!” I gasp. “You’re hurt.”
“I’m. Not. Ghost!” he grinds out angrily.
Inspiration strikes. “Donnelly, you’re bleeding.”
“I know.”
So he’ll answer to Donnelly? What the fuck?
“Can I look at it?”
