15 - I’ll Stay

15 - I’ll Stay

Cillian

“Why do you have a blanket?” I asked Emma, following her to the guest room and eyeing the way her manicured black nails were clutching the damn thing so tightly.

I had known her for a few hours and in that time, I knew she wasn’t the type to get scared easily. My hand tightened into a fist, seeing her let out a small sigh of relief when we walked out of her room.

She looked over her shoulder, a wavy lock of blonde hair brushing her cheekbone. “I might be traumatized. This is just a precaution.”

My lips twitched. “Of course.”

Her brother was reluctant to leave me alone with his sister, which I understood. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn’t let any man close to her.

My jaw clenched remembering the white release on her pink underwear. Someone was either playing a sick joke or it was something much more serious. Unfortunately, my guess was the latter.

The text, the writing on her mirror, the spilling on her underwear, giving her a present, and all that time, dire