Page 7 of Possession
Familiar rage swept through me as I tallied all the time we had missed due to her own selfishness.
I need her now, yesterday, and every day before.
Mine.
My pace increased with renewed purpose, her black hair gleaming in the distance, leading the way ahead.
She disappeared into the graveyard that edged parallel to the forest. Ada wanted to dance with the dead. And I was more than happy to play the devil.
Three Years Ago
Chapter 5
GREYSON
Nineteen years old…
Ada was dressed in pink frills and expensive tulle—her mother’s poor attempt to hide the troubled girl beneath.
It didn’t work.
As the saying goes,like calls to like. From the moment Ada took my father’s name—my name—at the age of thirteen, Iimmediately recognised her dark soul. After all, it was a direct reflection of my own. Pitch-fucking-black.
Hence why I wanted to rip that shiny tiara from her head and slap that veneered smile off her face.
When I had departed for Bartholomew University barely a year earlier, I was loath to leave Ada behind. It was torture, knowing she had to fend for herself against our toxic, fucked-up parents, but I was driven by one goal:get us out.
However, once I stepped foot in that gothic black castle, I knew my life was forever altered. The medieval stone walls whispered sinister secrets, and the historical grounds formed the epicentre of all that was supernatural.
Each faction had its purpose, and each lineage held great power on the world stage. I sought to share it all with Ada the following year. Except, when I returned to my family estate, I soon realised I wasn’t the only one changed.
The Carmichael mansion was filled with all manner of powerful people. Stepmummy dearest had pulled out all the stops for her daughter’s eighteenth birthday. Yet, despite the excessive ballroom layout and overpriced champagne, what killed me the most was Ada’s dead eyes.
She remained in the middle of the throng, cheeks cherry and lips glistening, but she was empty inside. And no one seemed to notice or care.
I hadn’t approached her yet, preferring to watch from afar. I wanted to gauge my new opponent so I could pick her polished mask apart piece by glorious piece.
So when Ada slipped out the back door unnoticed, I followed.
I found her in the depths of the garden, hiding in the shadows behind overgrown hedges, head bowed before the statue of a grotesque gargoyle.
Her chest was heaving as she whispered under her breath.
“Who are you talking to?” I asked.
Ada flinched. “Fuck!”
“No kiss hello for your big brother then?”
Her expression soured. “Stepbrother,” she reiterated.
I slowly invaded her space, each step measured as I circled her. “Happy Birthday, Ada. Did you make a wish?”
“Grey, why’d you come back?”
I came to a halt behind her, her spine snapping ramrod straight as I lowered my lips to the shell of her ear. “I came for you, little rabbit.”
She shivered. “You shouldn’t have.”