Page 13 of Possession

She shook her head. “I was wrong. They weren’t nightmares, Grey. I-I’m being haunted.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Then fucking tell me, Ada. I’m right here.”

Her features contorted into a vicious mask, her tone thick with accusation. “Since you left, he’s gotten stronger, Grey.So much stronger.Every time I close my eyes, I’m scared I’ll get lost in my own head, and won’t be able to wake up again…That I’ll never be able to escape him.”

This fucker!

“Listen to me carefully, Ada. I know someone who can exorcise the spirit.”

Her features flickered before me—hope to disbelief. “Impossible.”

“It’s not. I have a friend at Bartholomew who specialises in these areas. He’s a talented medium and has offered to help us.”

“Do not lie, Grey.”

“Never. Not about this. You’re coming with me, and it will all be over.”

Ada’s gaze went vacant, processing everything I was offering. After a few beats, she gave a nod and slid off the counter. I knew she was sceptical, and wouldn’t truly believe until she met Triston in person.

I caught her hand. “Where are you going?”

“To shower. It looks like we’ve been in a massacre."

“Don’t.I can’t stand the thought of you washing me off. Washing us both off.”

My haunted girl shocked the shit out of me as she pressed close and laid a kiss to the centre of my chest. “I won’t stay clean for long…My birthday isn’t over yet.”

Fuck.Despite the blood loss, my body managed to drain what little remained to my hardening cock. To know she was mine for the rest of the night…I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

My fingers gripped her chin. “I have one more gift for you, birthday girl. Have your shower, then get into bed. I want you waiting and fucking ready. ’Cause when I return,I want back inside you.”

Ada bit her lip. “Don’t take too long.”

“Wait up for me, little rabbit.”

I was keyed up, high as I walked the empty corridors, the party dwindling to a few stragglers.

I’d changed into a new set of clothes, but refused to shower, not yet ready to lose her essence. Ada had given herself to me, freely and wholeheartedly. When we finally joined…Fuck.I had never experienced such euphoria.

I was already an addict by then, but now I was a full-blown user without any chance of recovery. Just the thought of her waiting for me, cocooned in my silk sheets, had me overheating. I knew that once I returned to my bedroom, I would never leave her side again.

Thus, I wanted to get this shitshow over and done with.

I’d single-handedly picked out her gift—a family heirloom that would perfectly complement her dark features. The only problem was that the signature piece was in a bank deposit box that my father only had access to.

Nothing from Charles Carmichael ever came free, especially for his son. Hence why my jaw was clenching when I knocked on his office door.

It was time I tallied the price of my request.

“Greyson,” he said, voice clear through the thick wood.

That was all he had to say—my name, in that specific commanding tone. Ada was the only reason I followed the summons, entering the office he considered a sanctuary, filled with all manner of luxury and power—everything he loved.

My father sat behind his desk, toking on a $20,000 cigar as his severe grey gaze clocked my approach. I was the spitting image of my precious papa, much to my disgust. He was handsome, wealthy and influential, which meant he was untouchable.For now.