Page 38 of Forged in Dusk
I slide out of the booth, walking out after him. Of fucking course, Lance teleported to take care of business.
I want to stop to get my sweet Princess some red roses and order some food.
I bought a nice house a few days after meeting my Baby. I want to move her in with me asap, but I need to talk to her about who I am. Hell, I’m fucking afraid of scaring her.
I can’t lose her because I need her.
She’s my soul.
I walk to my car, pressing my thumb on the door handle. The car unlocks; I open the door and enter. I turn on the car, and my cell beeps.
I pull it out to look at the message.
Claudette ~ Kon Kon, I’m going to be late because I’m at a crime scene. It’s so bloody; I’m having flashbacks. I’m starting to think that I have PTSD. I’m always so damn cold, but now I feel that I’m going to lose it.
Kon ~ Would you like me to go over there?
Claudette ~ No, huh . . . . I’m good. I should be done in about thirty minutes.
Kon ~ Text me when you're done, and I’ll pick you up at your place.
Claudette ~ Sounds good.
Kon ~ I’ll take you out to dinner.
Claudette ~ I’m tired, could we have dinner at your place since it’s Friday.
Kon ~ Yes, does that mean I get you all weekend?
Claudette ~ Hmmm, yes.
Kon ~ Now you gotta hurry.
Claudette ~ Okay.
Kon ~ Princess Baby, please hurry.
Claudette ~ Huh, okay. Love you lots!
Kon ~ Love you more!
Fourteen
Claudette
A week later.
The full moon lights up the alley, and the moon rays bestow a mystical sensation, supernatural vibes.
I don’t know why I feel this, but I do. I’ve been so sensitive to the moon, the smells, sounds, and vibes around me. I especially feel certain vibes when I’m at the bloody crime scenes, but they don’t scare me as they did.
I see a pattern, the bites, the blood; it’s so fucking odd.
I can’t figure out what has my senses so sharp; it’s like I have a special sensor. If you will, I can see an aura around some people, and I don’t know what that means.
I’m so scared to talk about it because I don’t want Kon Kon or my girls to think that I’m going crazy.
I bite my lower lip, looking at the girl on the ground. She looks so young and innocent. I take photos and notes. Lucy takes my notes and pictures to write the story. This is not what I thought I would be doing. I thought that I would write some of the stories and turn them in as a team but not.
