Page 115 of Bewitching Her Monsters

I don’t know how quickly, but it seems almost immediately that Osen, in his shadowy form, is standing near Arran’s dreamscape bed.

Is it wrong that I sort of enjoy his dark shadows? Yet, curiosity pecks at me, wanting him to reveal that part of who he is… orwas.

But I believe he was drained while constructing imagery in the shadowscape. I note we are in Arran’s room now, and I think that’s the reason for it. He doesn’t have enough power to create anything different than where we actually are in the astral plane.

“So you are claiming my men?” he asks, and I detect a bit of jealousy. Maybe only because he can’t touch them anymore.

“I thought you were okay with me having sex with them.” I sit up and notice I’m undressed under the covers.

“Sex, yes. But you’re stealing them away.”

“Are you asking me to stop?”

I don’t know what I would do if he said yes. Part of me doesn’t expect this whole fling with them to continue. The other part realizes I might not have a choice against an incubus who can take control over my body and mind. I may have to do as he says or find a way to exorcise him.

Regardless, I should probably eject him. I doubt this is healthy.

Being possessed is a generally frowned upon condition.

But at least the sex has been phenomenal.

Osen studies me. Maybe he can read every thought I just had. This is not good.

“I don’t think you can stop being with them now,” Osen finally answers. “They have claimed you.”

“I doubt that, but why would you be upset?” I don’t think they’ve claimed anything but my holes, which I’m perfectly okay with since I’ve not orgasmed that intensely in my entire life—especially not with a partner. I suspect the sex will only get better since I was half-dead when we fucked.

The guys have kept it casual in their little fuck circle. So I will keep my heart out of the sex—to ‘blow off steam’ and ‘fool around’—as Arran put it.

Osen shrugs. “Does it matter if I am upset? I’m dead.”

“Well, I’m sure I’ll be moving on as soon as we get you sorted. It’s not like Calder appreciates my presence. Flint barely tolerates me.” I shake my head and try to not let the uncomfortable burning sensation in my chest take hold. I need to let go of any attachment or feelings of connection I believe I have for them. I stare up at Osen, seeing the outline of the male he used to be. “I’ll leave soon enough because I don’t want to drive a wedge between the guys. I understand they are family, and I’m the enemy.”

“Unfortunately,” Osen agrees, and I don’t know why that’s what tears me up.

Pull it together, Jade.

He continues, ignoring my wave of emotion. He feels me crumbling, of that there’s no doubt. “I need you to help me access my last moments.”

“How?”

I want to solve this case just as much as he does. One, I’m a fucking curious person. Two, that means he can leave, and I can move on with my life. I’ll sell my house and go where no one knows who I am—far away from Rob and the rest of this mess.

“I need to study my death spot.” He moves closer, crowding me. “Now.”

“Why now?” I try to scoot back, but he presses against my body.

“The guys won’t let you go.”

“Why not?”

“Rob thinks you are dead. And they intend to keep it that way. Until Rob and his organization are neutralized, I doubt you’ll be allowed to leave. But that day might never happen.”

“I can’t leave… ever?” This sucks.

“I’m certain I learned the ASO’s secret right before they killed me. If I can remember what happened before my death, then Maxum and the guys can take them down.”

“Okay, let’s go solve this.”

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