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Maybe by morning I could convince myself this was all a dream, that I wasn’t crazier than I anticipated.
Or even worse. That all this was real.
Harlow
Wednesday Night
Roof of Dark Haven
Every time my eyes closed, my dreams were filled with blue fire and demons. The fucked-up part was that it wasn’t terrifying, just confusing… and strangely familiar.
No one should be as comfortable as I was with the idea of demons. Then again, not many lived with the hallucinations I did.
With them haunting most of my waking moments, demons didn’t feel too far-fetched.
I drifted off for yet another short burst of sleep with thoughts of Drake to distract me from the nightmares. My sleep-deprived mind conjured up images of him fucking me with his tail and knotting me ruthlessly. I liked that he fucked me without reservation, that he was exactly what he seemed to be.
At some point, I’d finally given into exhaustion again and when I woke up, my body ached. When I went to adjust, something cold hit my face. A shiver racked through me as I opened my eyes to see the open sky above me and rain drenching my clothes.
“What the hell?” I gasped, looking around as panic hit me full force. I didn’t sleepwalk… so how the fuck did I end up on a roof? I recognized it by the stone gargoyles that overlooked what I knew was the courtyard below. “Monty?”
It was more instinct than anything that had me calling out. But he didn’t come, and I was forced to face the fact that he was likely furious with me.
What happened was real, and he was a demon that watched me fuck another man.
Or another demon, I suppose.
How did my life get so damn complicated?
Still there was truth in the fact he could have told me he was real, that he was different from the rest. That I hadn’t conjured the strange and intoxicating scent that followed him. That we were mates despite being very different… species?
That thought caused a bubble of laughter to burst from me. Even as rain soaked me through.
A crack of lightning had me scrambling from the open middle of the roof, hiding beside a stone gargoyle as I tried to remember how the fuck I got up here.
“Monty? Please!” I begged again around a sob. For a brief moment, I felt him, then he was gone again just as swiftly. “No.”
At this point the tears tracked down my cheeks along with the raindrops. Nothing was funny about this now.
Despair and fear were pulsing in my chest so overwhelming it was hard to breathe.
The stone wings of the gargoyle I was cowering behind gave enough cover that I was no longer getting drenched, though some of the raindrops still reached me. I’d have to wait for it to slow down before I could even begin to make my way back inside. The flat roof had puddles forming already and I knew it wouldn’t be a safe trek. The protective tarp that was peeking through looked slick as hell.
A full moon was shining above, illuminating the puddles of rainwater on the roof and casting my stone protector in a strange light. They reflected in the rippling water, distorting them so it looked like they were coming to life, wings rippling as if they were flying.
“Thanks for keeping me somewhat dry,” I remarked to it, feeling a bit silly for talking to a fucking statue. But for some reason, I felt it was warranted.
That same stirring feeling in my chest resurfaced, mimicking my day in the courtyard when I had first glanced up at them. As if something was tethering me to this spot and the gargoyle next to me.
A flash of lightning illuminated the roof even more, and I spotted the door on the other side. Glancing up at the sky, I decided it was now or never, the rain unrelenting so far.
“Don’t get struck by lightning,” I warned both my gargoyle and me before I crawled out from underneath him and bolted across the roof. My bare feet slid on the wet stone, and a loud roar of thunder had me letting out a completely undignified scream.
In the next flash of light, I thought I saw a figure looming behind me, wings outstretched and as big as my demon friend.
As I threw open the door, I turned, expecting to see the gargoyle come to life but he stood as still as ever, watching over the courtyard in his perpetual stare. I shivered again, though this time not from the cold rain but from the thought of statues coming to life.
That was crazy, even for me.
