I looked up to the second floor. “I’m annoyed.”
Liar.
Asshole.
I heard a creak from above me, and I shot my eyes up again. The wind was howling through the trees outside, and I was very alone right now.
With him somewhere in this house.
If you ask him not to hurt Damon, he won’t.
I wet my dry lips and forced out my words. “I need to talk to you.”
Find me.
“Where are you?” I called, staying rooted right where I was.
I waited several seconds, but no response came. No voice. No text. Was Kai even here? I mean, I didn’t know for sure that it was him texting, right? Someone could have stuffed his body in a furnace, taken his phone, and was now doing the creepy Saw thing where they ask you if you want to play a game, but really, you have no choice, so you play before you’re chopped up by a meat slicer in a slaughterhouse.
And there goes my imagination.
I squeezed my phone in my hand. “Where are you?” I yelled again.
Upstairs, came the text finally.
Jerk.
Fine. Fuck you, then. I stepped up the stairs. “If I have to find you, you’re going to bleed,” I said.
But then a text rolled in.
Getting warmer now.
I looked left to right, keeping alert as I slowly climbed the stairs. “Why are you doing this?”
But only a one word response came as I took another step. Warmer.
A cool sweat broke out across my forehead. The floorboards under my shoes creaked, as I reached the top of the stairs, looking right and seeing the bedroom door wide open. I could see the bottom of the bed and sheer white curtains blowing in the wind coming through the open window. I don’t think that was open the last time I was here. I couldn’t remember.
Instead, I turned right, heading for the other bedroom.
Cold.
I stopped, breathing hard. So, he was in the master bedroom. I couldn’t swallow.
Get a grip. He’s fucking with you.
Turning around, I headed back for the master.
My phone vibrated, and I looked down.
Can I tell you something else?
“What?” I growled low.
And the next text rolled in.
You’ll never leave this house.