Chapter 8 : Third Parties

I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like hours, completely empty-headed.

In that time, I had no idea what happened to Zaine or where he went. He'd covered me at some point, tucking me into bed with the sheets drawn up to my chest. I'd been grateful for the care, even if I couldn't express it properly.

I didn't sleep, but I did rest. A dull high pulsed through me, much different than the aphrodisia. This was much more satisfying.

Noises from inside my room had me sitting up eventually, pulling the sheets down from around my shoulders to pool in my lap. The light from outside had risen again, signaling I'd wasted another night doing jack shit but running around chasing an incubus.

Ugh, this mission was starting to blow.

A figure sat on my floor, back facing me and hunched over while they played with something. It was hard to see what from this angle, along with the only light source in the room coming from the tops of my curtains where they weren't flush a