Page 21 of Closer Than You Think
She hesitates for a moment, scanning the stark lines of my living space, then steps inside. “Thank you,” she murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her scent—a floral note mingled with the crisp bite of autumn air today—invades my senses, stirring something primal within me.
“Sit down,” I instruct, gesturing to the leather couch that doesn’t feel comfortable beneath my weight. She perches on the edge, her hands clasped together, tension radiating from her small frame.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, despite knowing that the very nature of her unexpected visit screams otherwise.
“Silas, I . . . ” Hallie trails off, biting her lip, and I can almost taste her fear and confusion. It coils in the room like a third presence, heavy and suffocating.
“Someone left this at my door.” Hallie's hand trembles as she reaches into her bag, pulling out a folded piece of paper and a string of beads. Her eyes, usually pools of calm, now flicker with shadows of worry.
I lean forward, my gaze sharpening as she unfolds the single sheet of paper. The lines etched across her forehead betray the disquieting thoughts churning within her.
Her lips part, and her voice emerges, laced with a tremble that she can't quite hide. “Stay safe.” The short sentence hangs in the air between us, a cryptic omen that tightens my chest. “And a rosary. I have no idea what this means.”
“Did you see who left it?” My question slices through the tension.
“No. It was just there when I got home from work. I was actually wondering if you might have seen anyone in the hall.”She looks up at me, searching for reassurance in my stoic expression.
“No,” I murmur, feigning surprise while inside, my mind races like a well-oiled machine, dissecting each potential threat. Who would send this? And how the fuck did I miss it?
“I don’t know if it’s a warning, a threat . . . I’m not religious, so I have no idea what the rosary could mean.” She shakes her head and a lock of hair falls from behind her ear. “I don’t know why I came to you. I mean, other than to ask you if you’d seen anything. I just . . . I guess I’m scared and I don’t have anyone else to turn to.” Her plea cuts deep, her innocence a stark contrast to the world I inhabit—a world full of predators and prey.
“You did the right thing, Hallie. You can trust me, okay?” That’s rich coming from the person who installed secret cameras in her home, but it was still true. Hallie could trust me to protect her. Keep her safe. And find whoever sent this, figure out what the hell it means, and destroy them if necessary.
“I'll look into it. We'll figure it out.” The intensity in my voice is hidden beneath a veneer of control, but it's there, a dark undercurrent promising vengeance against those who dare harm what's mine.
Hallie nods, a fragile smile ghosting her lips, seeking solace in my assurance. Little does she know, the beast within me rises, ready to protect, to hunt, to claim.
The moment stretches thin, and I watch Hallie's eyes dart around the apartment, seeking invisible threats. She pulls her cardigan tighter around her slender frame, a barrier against more than just the chill in the air.
“I feel like someone's watching me, Silas. Not just now but . . . all the time.” Her voice is a whisper of silk over the edge of a knife, and I can almost see the hairs on her arms standing on end.
I'm still for a second, my instincts kicking into high gear. Could she have sensed the cameras?
“I feel it especially when I’m walking home from work. Like someone is following me.”
Well that’s fucking interesting. The thought that someone else might have their eyes on her, that I've been too wrapped up in my own dark fascination to notice, chills me more than the coldest Alcott City winter. Have I been so blinded by my own obsession that I've left her exposed?
“Whoever it is,” I say, my voice low and steady, “they won't get through me.” I mean it—every word a vow etched in the blood that courses through my veins. My world has always been one of threat and shadow, and I'll be damned if I let those shadows reach her.
She nods, her trust in me more palpable than the air we're breathing. A delicate tremor runs through her, whether from fear or something else, I can't tell. But the space between us feels charged, alive with something that neither of us can name.
“Thank you,” she breathes out, and the simple gratitude in her tone does something strange to my heart.
We stand close, the gap between us filled with unspoken words and suppressed desires. The tension isn't just emotional; it's physical, a tangible force that draws me toward her like gravity. Hallie shifts, a subtle lean in my direction, and I wonder if she feels this magnetic tug as strongly as I do.
“Silas . . . ” The way she says my name, like a caress, sets fire to my resolve. I need to keep her safe, to keep her close. And yet, there's a tempest inside me, raging against the confines of control, yearning to break free and claim her as mine. I’m practically shaking from keeping my hands off her, to keep myself from taking her the way I need to. She’s already scared and I don’t want her scared of me.
Electricity seems to hum in the very air as Hallie's gaze locks with mine, a silent storm brewing in the depths of her brown eyes. There's an intensity there, a plea for understanding—or is it a dare? Something flares within me, an echo of that same lightning bolt, heating my blood and tightening my chest.
“Silas?” She repeats, her voice trembles slightly, betraying the steel thread of fear woven through her concern. It's a siren call, pulling me closer.
“Here with you, Hallie,” I manage to ground out, my voice a rough whisper that somehow fills the cavernous space between us. I move toward her inch by inch, each movement deliberate, combating the urge to close the distance violently.
The connection between us crackles like a live wire, every moment stretching out and entwining us further, as if we're two magnets being drawn inevitably together. I'm acutely aware of the heat from her body, the subtle shift of her head to the side, the catch in her breath as I move nearer.
But then, unbidden, the demons of my past surge forward—a torrent of haunted nightmares that claw at the edges of my consciousness. Flashes of violence, the cold metallic taste of blood, the shadows that have been my constant companions since those formidably formative years spent in dark corners of the earth.
I blink, trying to dispel the images, the screams, the memories that threaten to usurp this moment. To keep Hallie safe, I must remain vigilant, must not allow the darkness to consume me, to leak out and taint her light.
