Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

Lucian, Kieran, and Kyler would lose their shit when they found out that the place Jason had been held captive was only twenty minutes away. I made maybe three turns the entire time and we came up on a house that looked just like any other.

My phone had vibrated twice since I sent that text to Naomi, but I didn't look at it. She'd see that I arrived, and I trusted her enough to make sure that thirty minutes was only thirty minutes and nothing more.

I walked up to the door and knocked on it, eyeing Jason. His face was stoic, watching the door like he couldn't just walk through at any time.

The door opened and a man stared down at me. His dark green eyes moved over me, and it took all I had not to shiver. Jason had been killed, and I was ninety nine percent sure this guy had some part in it.

I forced a smile I hoped looked genuine. "Hello. I'm a certified necromancer and I've been hired by Jason to come and retrieve his body."

The man blinked slowly, like he didn't quite believe me.

I pulled out my card, which I never used, and handed it to him. Anyone could make a card with their name on it, but I figured it made people look more legitimate.

He didn't take it. He just looked down at it.

Then he moved to the side, opening the door wider for me. "Come on in."

Now, if my card was fake and I was a full vampire that could kick his ass, that would have been a mistake. But alas I was only half and didn't really need to be invited in.

I stepped in, keeping an eye on him as he closed the door. He didn't lock it.

"Did he say how he died?" The man didn't move from in front of the door.

Jason eyed him, then me. He shook his head.

"No." I shrugged. "It's not my job to know, and I don't really care. In this day and age, money is money."

He didn't smile like I hoped he would. He just hummed.

Someone else came into the foyer, her red-tinged eyes looking at me through thick blonde eyelashes. Her blonde hair was loose, falling in waves well past her rib cage.

"She's here for Jason's body," the man said. "She's a necromancer."

The woman's lips curled up. "A necromancer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Your kind is so rare, I wasn't sure I'd ever meet one in person."

I forced another smile, even as the man beside me disappeared from view like he hadn't been there to begin with. "A pleasure to meet you too. Is someone able to bring him to me?"

I didn't want to leave the foyer. I didn't want to go down into some cellar to retrieve a body.

"Oh," she grinned then, "of course. I'll have the twins get him."

I didn't care who got him, as long as I got him and could leave. They were all vampires, and as a measly little half-vampire playing a full necromancer, I was uncomfortable.

I nodded and thanked her, forcing myself to look like I was unbothered. Just another day as a necromancer. Nothing off about it. Not like I knew exactly where the hideout was now, so I knew where Kieran could get his vampire. Well, if she was still alive.

I got an odd feeling in my chest, and couldn't control the furrowing of my eyebrows as my eyes moved to meet Jason. He wasn't looking at me, though I could tell he could feel me staring at him because he looked like he was about to turn his attention to me before he caught himself.

It took me a minute, but I finally understood.

"You know," I turned back to the female and smiled, "I will come back for him later."

Jason closed his eyes.

That feeling in my chest pulled tighter and I let out a slow breath as I turned to face the new person in the room.

"Now," he said, "why would you do that?"

I felt my throat close up as I looked up at a man who looked way too much like me. His dark brown hair would have matched mine if it weren't for the fact that I dyed my hair black, and those sapphire eyes...

Those were mine.

I tore my eyes away from the man to look at Jason.

His eyes were still closed.

I cleared my throat and tried to pretend that I didn't see the resemblance. "I wouldn't want to inconvenience you all. I should have found a number and called ahead of time."

The man in the room with me was muscular to a point where I was sure he probably decapitated people with his bare hands. No tools needed. It was unnerving.

He had to have felt that pull too. And anyone with two eyes and a brain could tell we were related, even though he only looked about twenty five years old.

He tilted his head. "It's no problem. It will only be a moment."

Did he not feel it?

I looked back at the woman. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a small smirk on her face.

He did feel it. He was just playing stupid because I was.

If that was the case...maybe I could pretend I had no idea who he was until I was safely away.

"So," he said, "Jason didn't tell you how he died, huh?"

"Like I told old man Jenkins when I arrived," I motioned to where the man had been before he disappeared, "it isn't my job to know. It's just a job."

He nodded slowly. "Just a job."

I shrugged.

"For a necromancer," the woman piped up, "you don't have many scars. Do you only deal with spirits?"

No necromancer only deals with spirits.

I shook my head. "I only cut where clothes will cover. Some necromancers use their hands and I can't fathom doing that and still using them with the amount of scars it would create."

They wouldn't ask to see the scars, I didn't think. It was the safest way to play like I didn't have a vampire's healing powers. If I cut my upper thighs or my stomach to provide the blood, it would be hidden. And no one would ask to see it if they had any couth.

I took a small step back and two pairs of hands caught me. I turned and looked up to two identical men. Their dark chocolate skin looked too perfect. Too smooth. Their light brown eyes looked down at me, twinkling in delight.

"Odd," the one on the right said.

The one on the left smirked. "Very. You know, Alaric, this girl..."

They let the silence hang in the air for a while.

The one on the right looked up to the man who looked like me. "This girl looks a lot like you."

Stop it.

I turned back around and pursed my lips. Denying it would be ridiculous and stupid.

I nodded. "He does look like me. Maybe you're a long lost uncle?"

At this point I was just grasping at straws to try and get out. I knew that was my father, regardless of whether I met him before or not. The pull towards my father that I had been born with tightened the moment he walked in. While usually I barely even noticed it, the moment I saw him was the moment it felt like something constricted around my heart.

And not in a good way.

The female laughed, and I knew no one believed I didn't know who he was anymore.