SAMPLE SUNDAY - CLARITY - COME HERE

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Is this what you’re looking for?

The question simultaneously chilled me to the bone and lit a fire of rage, in a dizzying juxtaposition of feeling. Instead of answering, my gaze flitted to the front door – to freedom.

When I looked back, he was so close he was damn near touching me, so close it was like his presence carried its own gravitational pull, tugging me from my own axis.

“Don’t make me chase you,” he said murmured, with a sudden hand at my neck – gripping, but not squeezing, forcing me to meet his gaze.

Immediately, I found the acuity to put a wall up in my mind – a skill I’d practiced ad nauseum with my mother, grandmother, aunts. A defense I’d only rarely had to employ before now, because I typically made a point of avoiding anyone who had mind-prying as a weapon in their arsenal.

I hadn’t even felt the intrusion, not at first.

I only knew because he’d said something – no telling how long a vampire of his age and significance had been digging around in my head, unnoticed. Especially considering the words of the grimoire, knowledge that currently loomed over me, making this interaction not as confounding as it would have otherwise been.

Or… would he not be here, if I didn’t know what I did?

Now, he was knocking at my mind. Little prickles of awareness tap-pirouetted across my skin, rushing under my clothes, into my blood, amplifying the apprehension I was trying my best not to surrender to.

“What do you want?” I asked, needing to break the silence as I weighed the option of challenging his declaration to not make me chase him.

The thought made me sick to my stomach.

I knew better, knew I wouldn’t get far, but being Black, a woman, and a witch… shackles – even metaphorical ones — were an ancestrally offensive concept.

I did not do well with feeling caged in, or trapped.

“We have a vitally important matter to discuss, Riv,” he said, his grip on my neck tightening ever-so-slightly, before he let me go.

I stood there, stricken with… awe?

Fear?

Who knows?

I just watched as he moved to my kitchen table, where he took snatched out a chair and took a seat, his legs splayed wide before he patted his thigh.

“Come sit down.”

Ugh.

The rasp in his voice hit me in the most ridiculous way, in the most ridiculous place. I was instantly, shamefully wet, and somehow… he knew.

He smirked at me, eyebrow hiked as he lifted a hand, making a come here motion at me with two fingers.

Yeah.

He knew.

Fuck him.

I wasn’t going over there.