“No, man. I’m still here. I just find it hard to believe that those things exist.”
“You’re pretty skeptical for a writer that writes about insane things.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just surprised is all. I’ve told myself for years that it’s just other people’s imagination trying to explain strange things that make these stories keep coming up. Now you’re telling me that they’re true and I’ve been writing true crime stories or something?”
He snorts. “Not everything is a true crime story. There are good people everywhere.”
I know that. I’ve met some of the best. I’ve also met some of the worst in my line of work. I was researching a story and wanted to know how a killer’s mind works and Jaxon got me into a prison to talk to a man who killed fifty-eight women. It was the scariest moment of my life and it felt like I was looking true evil in the face when he sat in front of me, a cruel twist on his mouth. I think I almost pissed myself when he growled a snarled hello.
But it was bad on another level. I could feel his satisfaction and residual rage as he described how he killed his victims. I couldn’t go anywhere for at least a month after I talked to him and the creepy, unclean feeling stuck with me for longer than that.
“You want the information and link or not?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll be able to snoop with this link but it will understand that you’re human and it won’t let you connect with anyone on the app. It’s a security feature of theirs. Keeps humans from becoming a problem on the app.”
“All right,” I huff. “I get it. I’m not good enough for your pals. I’m just gonna take a look and see how it works. It might be a fun little thing to throw in one of my books. Under another name of course.”
“Okay. I’ll send you the link.”
My phone pings and I say, “I got it. I’m gonna get off of here and see if I can get some work done.”
“Because your editor is not gonna stop bugging you until he gets what he wants.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laugh. “I’ll talk to you later. Let me get some work done.”
“Bye, asshole.”
I hang up the phone and click on the link he sent me, eyes widening when the app loads and I find myself staring at real live witches and warlocks. They look like regular people, although a few of them look eerily beautiful.
Like this girl. The picture of a beautiful girl with long, black-as-night hair staring into the camera, her chocolate brown eyes steady and secretive somehow. Her perfect bow lips, red as blood, are parted like she’s just about to say something.
My cock jumps and I groan, sucking in a sharp breath. It’s been ages since I’ve responded so viciously to any woman. This one has my pulse racing, my body jittering with electric currents unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Before I can stop myself I click on the picture and her information pops up. She’s a witch, she’s a few years older than me and she’s the most enticing creature I’ve ever seen.
A window pops open and tells me to enter my information and I do it quickly, wanting to see that picture again. Drink in the soft, sexy look of her.
I hit the button when it tells me and it disappears and there’s a strange sound and then another window pops open.
You’ve got a match!
Wait a minute! What? What just happened.
I click on the button and find myself staring at the raven-haired temptress that is apparently my perfect match. 99.9% match.
Well, shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen.
My finger hovers over her picture and then I find myself swiping right quickly.
“Hi! My name is Trinity. Would you like to meet me?”
As if I wouldn’t! Hell yeah!
I quickly type in an affirmation and we arrange a date and time to meet.
And then I sit there, stunned, my thumb gently rubbing her one-dimensional image like it’s her warm, soft skin.
