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I slept next to a huge “ghost”? I glance over and see nothing on the bed next to me but a dented pillow. The powerful, muscle-bound red male with a ferocious blood-red face is gone. That six-pack of abs, the most perfect chest I’ve ever seen in my entire life, the large, rough hands and the epic thighs—all gone.
But itdidhappen. I spent the night with the “Red Soldier,” the “ghost” of Firebrook Castle. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close and curled his black, barbed tail over my legs. I had basically the best sleep of my life. And…he’s gone.
And then my cheeks heat when I remember how I screamed like a little girl when I first saw him. A black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, and he wasn’t entirely corporeal. Which I must say is a total bummer considering how unbearably handsome he is.
I look around the room. “Where are you?” I plead in my own language, my gaze darting around, hoping to catch a glimpse of that sexy male I spent the night with. I swear I can still smell him. “Last night wasn’t a dream. I know you were here. And I also know you aren’t a ghost. You’re a flesh and blood male. Please, show yourself.” But all I hear in response is the scratching of a flying animal at the window ledge.
Darn it.
Who am I kidding? He couldn’t understand me last night, in either of the two languages I tried. Why would he understand me now?
This morning he must’ve returned to his ghost-like state, where he’s insubstantial and maybe not entirely visible. But how would that be possible, a being who fades away during the day and solidifies at night? It is the only explanation, though, because he just appeared at the foot of my bed. The door didn’t open and close, he had to have phased through walls and doors to reach the tower bedroom.
Is…is he watching me right now?
“Are you here?” I ask out loud, hoping for a response but knowing I’ll get none. “Are you invisible again? Will you return tonight?”
No answer.
“Oh well,” I sigh. “I’ll figure something out.” I always do.
The room looks different in the light of day. The dark shadows are gone, and I can see every nook and cranny. It’s dusty everywhere except for the bed I slept on. The fireplace is banked. Did he put the fire out on his way out or did it die on its own? The bedding on his side is rumpled, and the fabric is cold to my touch, letting me know he left hours ago. But that luscious scent of forest and sweet spices lingers. I reach out and trail my fingers on the scratches his horns have made in the wall above the pillows and think of him.
I’m sad that the male who held me in his massive red arms is no longer in my bed. I felt so safe and comfortable with him here.
Safe?
I felt safe sleeping with a powerful, mysterious Hyrrokin with black horns, a ferocious blood-red face, a barbed tail and muscles upon muscles? No wonder everyone calls him the Red Soldier, or a demon. Smoke trailed from his nostrils. I couldn’t help my freak-out when I first saw him—he’s just that scary.
When I first noticed him, he scared me half to death. I was so startled to see something standing there. There was no warning. No door opening, or the sound of footsteps, just suddenly a huge black-horned being scowling at me from the foot of my bed. No shirt, no shoes and terrifying white fangs. He appeared to be floating and I could see the fireplace shimmer through his body. Then he slowly solidified before my eyes and stayed that way the rest of the night.
Did the locals at the gate hear my screams? Oops.
Dear gods, I met a “ghost” last night. I shake my head. This place really is haunted, but not by an actual ghost. Ghosts do not exist. The male I met last night and whom I shared a bed with is a Hyrrokin, which as I’d suspected before, explains the “demonic and satanic” features everyone was going on about. There has to be a scientific explanation for his ability to phase from invisible to solid and I’m going to find out the answer to this mystery.
He looked sad and lonely. It emanated from him in waves. I have to help him.
I don’t even know his name. I tried to tell him my name and I think he did the same in return, but we couldn’t understand each other. The Hyrrokin language sounds like a series of snarls and growls to me.
But I felt a deep sense of contentment in his presence, like we’d instantly connected. I tried to run away from him at first because I was terrified of strange Hyrrrokin male in my room. I had no idea of his intentions, but then I touched him, and I instantly knew he wasn’t there to hurt me.
I stared at his hard stomach and his muscular arms and all I could think of was getting my mouth on his skin, on his lips, on his… It was kinda embarrassing. I could see and feel his reciprocal attraction for me. The whole time he held me in the bed, I felt his long, hard shaft against my ass. But he didn’t make a single inappropriate move, which I liked. This told me all I needed to know about him.
I like him and I think this red-skinned devil is so very sexy. Wait, I like the ghost who was stalking me last night? Wow. This is going to be tricky. And I have to admit I want to get to know him better because I’d like to do more with him than just snuggle.
And I wish we could talk so I could get to know him better.
There has to be a way…
I get off the bed and stand in my socks on the stone floor, determined to start my day. The outfit I’m wearing from last night, that I slept in, is very rumpled but it help me stay nice and warm in the Hyrrokin’s arms.
Originally, I was going to stay one night to prove that tales of a red soldier haunting this castle were entirely untrue, and then leave and try to find investors to start the remodel, but now I see that I’m going to have to actually move in and live here right now. I’m going to sleep in this room every damn night and do everything in my power to get to the bottom of this mystery.
“I’m going to help you,” I say out loud because even though I know he can’t understand, it makes me feel better to still try. He seemed to like my chatter last night, so I might as well continue. Maybe he’s lonely? And I like the idea of him nearby, even if he’s invisible.
And that’s when I notice there’s another door that I somehow missed in the shadows last night. I open it and find to my delight a perfectly clean bathroom with an ancient cleaning bot working furiously. This is wonderful considering I really, really need to use the restroom. Thank gods I’m not going to have to use a random chamber pot!
I go inside, close the door behind me and lock it for good measure. Hopefully my Hyrrokin will understand this is my boundary. I like him stalking me, but I do require some privacy.
