Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 27
The Manipulator
’m just dri ing off into a deep sleep when I hear the creak of a door, my
body jol ng from the disturbance.
I
When I turn to look at the door, it’s firmly closed. My brow crinkles in
confusion. Just when I convinced myself I was only hearing things, I see a
movement out of the corner of my eye.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I turn and see Zade standing outside my
balcony doors, a red cherry pulsa ng in the moonlight.
Wide awake, I sit up and glare. “How long have you been out there, you
creep?” I snap.
Zade opens the doors the rest of the way, smoke billowing from his
mouth.
“Awhile,” he answers flatly.
He flicks the bu of the cigare e out over the balcony and then reaches
up and pulls his hood down from his head. The moonlight shines directly
on him, making him glow beneath the so aura.
Such a contradic on that something so dark shines so brightly beneath
the light.
“Stop li ering.”
“You’re much more pleasant when you don’t know I’m around,” he
murmurs, his voice subdued as he walks in and closes the doors behind
him.
I frown, squin ng my eyes in an a empt to see his face clearer. There’s
something off about him right now. He’s not his usual smirk-y hoity-toity
self at the moment.
He was here just a couple of nights ago, going through more training
with me. I finally got the hang of several of the moves he’s taught me.
I’m going to be a badass pre y soon.