Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,103

and looks to me. “I could have sworn I just heard her thoughts in my head.”

“What did she say?”

“To trust you. What did she mean by that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You don’t seem surprised that she just put her thoughts in my head?”

“Oh, I never told you about that? Yeah, she’s a witch.”

Dex’s eyes go round as saucers.

“Come on, we need to go home,” I tell him. “I’ll explain on the way.”

Twenty

The drive back to the apartment goes by quickly, and I’m barely able to fill Dex in on everything. I’ve left the sex witch blood play stuff out because I think we both need to be fully immersed and ready for it when that happens. I don’t think it’s something you can spend a lot of time thinking about.

Except that I have.

Dex makes a stop at a pharmacy to pick up his medication and some other things and I come inside with him, not willing to be alone in the car. While we wait, I bring up sex magic and blood play on my phone and start doing some quick reading, trying to get an idea of what I have to do. Obviously if you want to get into the spell territory, you can follow very rigid (and graphic) rituals, or you can just go in with your own kind of flow. We’ll be doing the latter option.

The most important things I gathered from my research is that the knives have to be sterilized, you have to be careful where you cut so you don’t harm the other person, doing it outside isn’t as important as doing it somewhere meaningful, and as Lana said, the more delayed the orgasm the better, and that it should be done with love and respect and intention. This isn’t about the kink of cutting each other up with knives, it’s not about drinking blood (though that can help with the possession). It’s about inviting that person inside at a cellular and spiritual level. The literal melding of the souls.

They said the possession can last as long as the person wants. The person who invited the person in always has control (pretty sure this doesn’t work when it comes to demon possession, but whatever), and that it can be pretty jarring to both people, getting used to sharing a mind and hearing each other’s thoughts. At least in that, we already know what to expect.

“So, what’s the plan?” Dex asks as we step into the apartment. “In the car you said she had a plan. Least I think you did. This is still such a fuckload of information to take in. Who the fuck knew we were surrounded by witches?”

“I know,” I tell him. It’s dark outside now and we’re running out of time. I walk right over to Fat Rabbit on the couch and pick him up in my arms. I kiss him on his head and then bring him over to the den, closing the door on him.

When I turn around, Dex is staring at me curiously as he takes off his jacket, wondering why I just did that.

I take in a deep breath.

Here we go.

“Dex, I need to talk to you about something,” I say, walking toward him, hoping he can see how serious I am. “Something very important. Something that will save us. I don’t want you to think it’s a joke, I don’t want you to take it lightly, I don’t want you to push back against it. I just need you to know how grave this is, and why we must do it.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, running a hand down his face. “I have to admit kiddo, you’re scaring me a little.”

“Because it is scary,” I tell him, stopping right in front of him. “I’m scared too. But you’re going to have to trust me on this.”

“Is this what your doctor was getting at? Do you trust her?”

“Yes. And even if I didn’t, I know that this is right. I know deep inside that this is the way. The only way for us.”

He swallows, fear swimming in his eyes.

I put my hand at his cheek and peer up at him, looking him as deep in the eyes as I can. “Dex. I love you. I love you with all that I have, even when it feels like I have nothing left. It’s all for you, everything is. And I am so deeply sorry for the words I said the other night, words I have never once believed and should have