The mirror had lied,Or maybe it hadn't Sera's pulse thundered in her ears as Elias turned her away from the vanity, his grip firm ,protective, Possessive.
The room felt wrong now, tainted, violated. The warmth from their past had been swallowed by something colder, hungrier,Something that wasn't Elias.
She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, "What was that?" Elias exhaled sharply,"It's started."
Her stomach twisted, "What's started?" His silver eyes darkened "The house isn't just haunted Sera, It's alive,And it's not the only thing that remembers you."
The fire in the hearth crackled, mocking them,Because now, something else was awake.
Sera should have felt safe in her room that night, wrapped in silk sheets, candlelight flickering against the walls.
But she didn't,Because Elias had left, and now she was alone,Or so she thought.
The feeling started as a whisper along her skin,a slow, crawling heat that had no source.
The candle flames flickered violently.
And then, she felt it.
Fingers, Invisible, Cold,Sliding down her arm.
Her breath caught in her throat.
No one was there.
But something was touching her.
She jerked upright, hands clutching the sheets.
The temperature dropped, the room filling with a darkness that seemed to move on its own.
And then a voice,Low,Velvety, Too close to her ear.
"He cannot save you."
Her blood ran cold, A weight settled on the bed behind her, Not heavy like a person but present, Sera turned slowly, her breath uneven.
A figure loomed in the shadows, barely there, a presence more than a body,Red eyes gleamed from the darkness.
"You feel it, don't you?" the voice purred, "The pull?"
Her skin prickled.
Because yes. She did, The same way she felt drawn to Elias, a strange, electric need coiled in her stomach at the sound of this voice, at the way the air thickened with its presence.
"You were mine first," the shadow murmured, and suddenly, the pressure at her arm turned to something else,something warmer, something like lips.
Sera's breath hitched, her thighs squeezing together on instinct.
No. This wasn't real. This wasn't,The whisper came again, this time against her throat. "You will remember me."
The heat in her body warred with the fear in her mind.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was gone,The weight lifted. The room warmed.
The candles stopped flickering,Sera gasped, her heart slamming against her ribs,She wasn't crazy.
Something else was in this house, And it wanted her.