something important—”
“I don’t want any part of his pack.”
“So he is the alpha, then?”
Papan snorted. “Oh, so he told you while he was here? What an arrogant bastard, can’t keep himself from flaunting what he is to everyone.”
“Actually, Oren told me.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments.
“Papan, there’s something else.”
“This better not be more bad news.”
“I was looking for something yesterday and stumbled upon a hidden room.” I decided not to tell him what I was looking for at the time.
That got his attention. “A hidden room, where?”
“You’ve got to see this to believe it.” I grabbed a long T-shirt draped over the armchair in the corner and put it on, before throwing Papan his boxer briefs.
He stood up and put them on, which made my insides stir with desire. I really couldn’t get enough of him.
“Lead the way.”
I nodded and pulled the key from my top drawer, before heading for the archive closet. Once the door was unlocked, I pushed the clothes out of the way, stepped in and pushed the haphazardly placed piece of cracked wood to the side. A gush of cool air wafted up instantly, causing goose bumps to spread along my body.
“Can you grab the box of lightbulbs on the desk?”
“I was wondering why they were there,” Papan said. A few seconds later, he was back in the doorway with bulbs in hand.
“Are you ready?”
“We’re going into the closet?”
“That’s right.”
“Is this like the time I pulled you into the janitor’s closet?” He wriggled his eyebrows.
I laughed, grabbed his hand and stepped into the dark. I waited while he ducked under the doorframe and into the tight area that led onto the top of the concrete stairs. He was a lot bigger than me, so he took up most of the space.
“It’s dark in here,” he said.
“I know. That’s why we’ve got the bulbs.” I squeezed his hand. “Can you see enough to put them in?” My eyesight was pretty good and I knew his was too. “Or do you want me to point a flashlight?”
“I’ve got it.” He made his way down the concrete stairs, stopping long enough to replace each lightbulb, before saying, “Done! Flick the switch.”
I did, and the row of bare bulbs lit up. “It worked!” I didn’t know how long this place had been concealed, so I’d wondered if changing the lightbulbs would be enough. I descended the concrete stairs and with every step my bare feet felt colder.
Papan was already looking around. “Fox, what did you stumble on?”
“I’m not sure, but I think it was my grandmother’s spook catching room.” I pointed at the ground, toeing the circle surrounding a triangle. “Roe showed us his Vault and although his is bigger and has more features, this symbol was carved into the floor. Apparently it’s what catchers used to banish spooks before the whole canister and holding-cell thing was introduced by Professor Spooker.”
“And you didn’t know it was here?”
“I had no clue. Actually, I reckon no one but Grandma knew about it.” The coolness sweeping around me made me turn around, wondering if Penny would materialize like she had yesterday. “Well, what do you think?”
He whistled. “I think this is very interesting.”
“Sure is. I found her journal too, so I plan to read some of that and hopefully find out what she was up to with this hidden room.”
Papan ran his hands over the wall niches. “These look handmade, like she took mud or something and made these recesses herself.”
“I thought the same thing, and can’t wait to see what it looks like with all the candles on.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you in here.”
A laugh tore out of me as I took my time getting to him. “Well, what’s stopping you? Wanna do it in the only room in the house we haven’t yet?” We’d made a habit out of doing it just about everywhere—in both of our places. And with the condoms still in the bedroom, maybe we could finally do it without
“I don’t want any part of his pack.”
“So he is the alpha, then?”
Papan snorted. “Oh, so he told you while he was here? What an arrogant bastard, can’t keep himself from flaunting what he is to everyone.”
“Actually, Oren told me.”
He didn’t say anything for a few moments.
“Papan, there’s something else.”
“This better not be more bad news.”
“I was looking for something yesterday and stumbled upon a hidden room.” I decided not to tell him what I was looking for at the time.
That got his attention. “A hidden room, where?”
“You’ve got to see this to believe it.” I grabbed a long T-shirt draped over the armchair in the corner and put it on, before throwing Papan his boxer briefs.
He stood up and put them on, which made my insides stir with desire. I really couldn’t get enough of him.
“Lead the way.”
I nodded and pulled the key from my top drawer, before heading for the archive closet. Once the door was unlocked, I pushed the clothes out of the way, stepped in and pushed the haphazardly placed piece of cracked wood to the side. A gush of cool air wafted up instantly, causing goose bumps to spread along my body.
“Can you grab the box of lightbulbs on the desk?”
“I was wondering why they were there,” Papan said. A few seconds later, he was back in the doorway with bulbs in hand.
“Are you ready?”
“We’re going into the closet?”
“That’s right.”
“Is this like the time I pulled you into the janitor’s closet?” He wriggled his eyebrows.
I laughed, grabbed his hand and stepped into the dark. I waited while he ducked under the doorframe and into the tight area that led onto the top of the concrete stairs. He was a lot bigger than me, so he took up most of the space.
“It’s dark in here,” he said.
“I know. That’s why we’ve got the bulbs.” I squeezed his hand. “Can you see enough to put them in?” My eyesight was pretty good and I knew his was too. “Or do you want me to point a flashlight?”
“I’ve got it.” He made his way down the concrete stairs, stopping long enough to replace each lightbulb, before saying, “Done! Flick the switch.”
I did, and the row of bare bulbs lit up. “It worked!” I didn’t know how long this place had been concealed, so I’d wondered if changing the lightbulbs would be enough. I descended the concrete stairs and with every step my bare feet felt colder.
Papan was already looking around. “Fox, what did you stumble on?”
“I’m not sure, but I think it was my grandmother’s spook catching room.” I pointed at the ground, toeing the circle surrounding a triangle. “Roe showed us his Vault and although his is bigger and has more features, this symbol was carved into the floor. Apparently it’s what catchers used to banish spooks before the whole canister and holding-cell thing was introduced by Professor Spooker.”
“And you didn’t know it was here?”
“I had no clue. Actually, I reckon no one but Grandma knew about it.” The coolness sweeping around me made me turn around, wondering if Penny would materialize like she had yesterday. “Well, what do you think?”
He whistled. “I think this is very interesting.”
“Sure is. I found her journal too, so I plan to read some of that and hopefully find out what she was up to with this hidden room.”
Papan ran his hands over the wall niches. “These look handmade, like she took mud or something and made these recesses herself.”
“I thought the same thing, and can’t wait to see what it looks like with all the candles on.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you in here.”
A laugh tore out of me as I took my time getting to him. “Well, what’s stopping you? Wanna do it in the only room in the house we haven’t yet?” We’d made a habit out of doing it just about everywhere—in both of our places. And with the condoms still in the bedroom, maybe we could finally do it without
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