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I shake my head, trying to wave off the unwelcome thoughts as I enter a large room that seems to be the main room. I stop in my tracks, slowly taking in the scene before me in surprise. There were about eight men in the room, each staring at me with varying degrees of surprise. Some of them are splayed on the couches that are scattered around the room in a strategic arrangement. A couple of the others are bent over a chessboard. I recognize Seer seated at the bar area with two other huge men covered in tattoos.
Like Pocus, they all look different from the kind of men in my world. Tougher. More…delicious. They looked like men that tread dangerous paths in their cuts and heavy leather bootsCavemen. That’s the word that comes to mind.
The room had suddenly gone silent the moment I walked in, and they were all looking at me like I was some strange piece in a display room. I felt self-conscious and fascinated at the same time.
“Have some manners, guys,” Seer says, standing up to come and join me where I stood. “Y’all are about to stare holes into the lady. Don’t mind them,” he says to me with a reassuring smile. “They’re always like this around pretty women. I’d introduce you to everyone, but I believe you’ll get to know them in time as there are a lot of us. Everyone, this is Miss Abigail Miller. She’ll be staying at the clubhouse for a while. Let’s all make her feel welcome.”
“Hi… everyone,” I say with a timid smile, noting how their faces soften as they mutter hellos and return to their business. I can tell they’re good men, despite their grim exteriors.
“Hey, Abby!”
I turn toward Hex’s excited voice to see him coming into the main room from outside. His dark curls look tousled, and his eyes are dancing with an exhilaration that has nothing to do with seeing me. It makes me wonder if he’s been out chasing ghosts again. Hex seems like a cool guy, but I’m still not convinced that he’s mentally fit.
“Hi, Hex,” I greet with a small smile.
“It’s good to see you up and about,” he says, coming to stand in front of me. I blink in surprise as I’m suddenly hit with a cold chill. I rub my right palm over the goosebumps on my left arm.
Could his stories about ghosts be true?That’s impossible…. I’m sure the sudden chills are a result of a mechanical problem around the house.
“Thanks, Hex,” I say to him, trying to maintain my smile.
Hex is about to say something but suddenly gets distracted by the empty space beside me. “No!” he gasps. “Don’t…you won’t do that, Cassandra!”
The light bulbs suddenly start to pop in rapid succession. I blink rapidly in surprise, even more, shocked that the other men didn’t seem moved by the shattered bulbs.
“Fuck!” Hex swears. “I told you not to!” He throws his hands up and starts to run toward the hallway. “Cassandra? Wait up.”
“Get the light bulbs replaced before Pocus gets back,” Seer hollers after Hex. “You don’t want to piss him off again.”
“Wh…what was that?” I ask Seer, shaking my head in confusion.
He sighs heavily. “Cassandra probably didn’t get her way again, and she’s taking it out on Hex.”
“C-Cassandra? The ghost?” I ask incredulously, and Seer nods like we’re having the most sensible conversation in the world.
What the hell is wrong with everyone around here?
Two months…that’s all Pocus asked for. I just need to put up with all of this for two months.
“Do you need something, by the way?” Seer asks. “A drink? Some food? Pocus?”
My heart suddenly trips at the mention of his name. He’s actually the main reason I wandered out of my designated room. I haven’t set my eyes on him all day.
“I…I was bored inside alone,” I reply. “So I decided to tour the house. I hope it’s not a problem.”
“Of course not,” Seer replies with a kind smile. “If you don’t mind, I’ll show you around the rest of the house.”
“I’d like that,” I say without a grateful smile. “Thanks, Seer.”
“De rien, mademoiselle,” he replies, his French making his Cajun accent all the more visible. He makes a grand show of producing a perfect English bow. “Anything for the pretty Miss.”
I chuckle in amusement and follow him out of the house.
* * *
Pocus
To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I honestly couldn’t have imagined the scene in front of me if I hadn’t walked in on it. A good number of the MC members are crouched in the sitting area, and Abigail is right at the center of the gathering. She stands out among them – a gorgeous gem, shining unapologetically. She commands and controls their attention, but they don’t seem to notice at all. They all gaze at her with varying looks of admiration and…lust? I can sense their primitive lust and animalistic desires. She laughs at something someone says, and I’m struck by how vibrant she really is. The warm sound of her laughter seems to wrap itself around me, a soothing balm to my scorched soul.
