Chapter 47: 47__Novel homicide

The scene would’ve been unnerving if Maia had been seeing it for the first time. Elaine’s jackass of a colleague was hanging in mid-air, legs dangling as Rogan held him up by the neck.

The veins in his forehead looked ready to pop, his eyes bulging as he stared down at Rogan in terror.

“*Gracck*” he choked, his bottom teeth bared from trying to free his neck.

Maia was about to take another step down the hallway but stopped, her feet halting as her brain began to work and overwork.

Hold on. Wasn’t it Rogan who put her in here? She’d come to that realization yesterday when she considered who had enough power to pull this kind of spell.

She didn’t know much about sorcery, but surely creating portals and even putting someone through one took a lot of magical power. Power that a royal half-blood Vamp and half-blood Sorcerer like Rogan could most certainly possess.

Taking a step back, she hurried away from the hallway, walking quickly and hoping he didn’t look in her direction at that moment.

Maia ducked into a supplies room as soon as she could, closing the door and leaning against it as she caught her breath.

Her lips parted, her breath blowing audibly in and out from between them.

God, it was so stupid.

It was so stupid how the first reaction she’d had to seeing him was an erratic beating of her heart and a warmth in her chest. Her eyes had teared too.

Maia lowered her head, her hair tumbling over her face as she suddenly began to feel a subtle shame crawl in.

Was she that easy?

All he’d had to do was turn his spellbinding eyes on her, curve his mouth in that sardonic smirk and send her off her sanity with desire for him, for her to fall for him.

To fall hard enough to constantly overlook who, what he was. How he’d nearly gotten her killed.

He was one with an injured soul and a broken heart and she seemed to have developed Hero’s Syndrome. Enough to continue wanting to be by his side, at the risk of her own safety.

She lifted her head, shaking her hair away as her eyes glistened in the dimness of the small supplies room.

He was a man powerful enough to not even seduce her, but put her in a state where she wanted to seduce him all the time.

Maia scowled. He’d tried to kill her, then turned her into a shameless seductress. That bastard. Despicable, disgusting, frustrating, annoying Sorcerer!

He was horrible, she’d cut him off as soon as she got out of this portal! She’d have to get out secretly though, because he should never catch her—

The door burst open, throwing Maia across the small space. Clutching a shelf, she broke her fall and spun around with curses burning hot on the tip of her tongue.

The tall, large silhouette in the doorway shrivelled every word on her tongue up.

Rogan didn’t move, only tilting his head as he looked at her.

She stood awkwardly under his scrutiny, looking like she would bolt at any moment. Just like the little, wide-eyed forest rabbit he’d first pegged her to be.

Damn her. Damn her to hell.

“I’m losing my shit…” he murmured darkly, stalking in one heavy step at a time as his eyes began a slow, green glow. “…looking for you. And you’re fucking hiding from me?”

He kicked the door closed with a slam.

Maia looked up at the size of him, wanting to shrivel away into a speck of dust. It wasn’t quite fear she felt, it was rather like an intense ball of nerves that had gathered in her stomach, making it difficult to even look up at him.

It had a lot to do with the fact that he was now taking two-thirds of the space in the small room and was looming over her like a stormy cloud, snatching away any oxygen before it could get into her lungs.

“You think I got time to play hide-n-seek?” Rogan questioned.

Maia gulped with much difficulty, staring only at his chest. What was this sudden pathetic state she was in? Where had all her scorn for him gone? She bit her lip. Damn, when had she become so weak for the sorcerer? Damn him. Forgetting her nerves, she glared at him for a split second.

That did it for Rogan.

The next moment flashed by as Maia suddenly found herself flown across the room and shoved against the shelves, Rogan’s hand wrapped firmly around her neck, his face inches from her as he breathed harshly.

A dark laugh left his throat and Maia felt like she was caged in by Satan himself.

“You’re glaring? After I went through literal hoops for you, you glare? You feisty little minx…” he murmured, his tone a mix of fury and arousal.

Maia was forced to stare him right in the eyes as he spoke, internally battling her own emotions. He put her here. He tried to kill her. He seduced her and turned her into a brainless fool for him. She clenched her jaw. “What are you doing here, Sorcerer?”

“I missed you.”

Maia blinked, her brain freezing for a moment. “Wh…? What’s that supposed to be? So unlike you.”

“I know!” Rogan spat angrily. “I keep doing shit that’s unlike me because of you.”

Maia swallowed. “I d-didn’t ask you t—”

He kissed her, shutting her up.

The depth and force with which his mouth on hers silenced her thoughts and sent her heart into a frenzy scared Maia. She fell defencelessly into the kiss, her fingers curling into the lapels of Rogan’s coat and hanging on for dear life.

To Maia, it was like he took total control of her, dictating even how she was reacting to his kiss so that she had no say in the matter.

To Rogan, the kiss itself was happening because he was sure the little minx had somehow bewitched him.

Neither was in their right senses.

Their mouths separated, hovering a breath away from each other under the pressure of the constant desire to taste once more.

“You locked me in here,” Maia whispered.

Rogan scoffed. “You’re crazy.”

“Help!” someone screamed out in the hallway.

Maia jumped, startled. Her eyes going wide, she tried to look over his shoulder but Rogan held her in place, his hands cupping her face and his eyes burning a strong green as he studied every inch of her. “You okay?” he asked.

“Oh, my God, he’s dead!” someone screeched again.

“You look weak,” Rogan said, something sounding suspiciously like sadness ringing in his voice.

“Call an ambulance!” screamed a male voice.

Maia looked at Rogan’s face. “Tell me you didn’t.”

He pouted innocently. “Didn’t what? Waste time before looking for you when you went missing? You’re right, I didn’t.”

“Rogan, tell me you didn’t kill that jackass in the hallway!” Maia whispered urgently, eyes wide.

“Call a goddamn ambulance!” yelled the male.

“An ambulance for a dead man?! Are you stupid?!” the female screeched back.

The sound of people rushing by outside the closed the door could be heard, further convincing Maia of Rogan’s misdeeds.

“Well, what do we do then?!” the man roared back.

Maia covered her mouth with one hand. “Rogan!”

He shrugged a shoulder, frowning at her reaction. “It just happened.”

Maia shook her head. “You can’t just go into a book and kill characters!”

With an eye roll, Rogan straightened, taking her hand into his as he started for the door. “I’ve been doing just that for the past four days.”

They appeared in the hallway and Maia immediately looked at the spectacle at the end of the hallway.

“Let’s go,” Rogan murmured tiredly, taking her in the opposite direction. “I’m taking you out of here.”

Someone suddenly appeared in their way.

Jaxton Black stared hard at Maia and Rogan. “Ms. Cranberry. Who the hell is this and where the hell are you going?”

Rogan’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Maia went tense from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.

No.

Her gaze went to Rogan.

“I asked who you are and what you’re doing on my property,” Jaxton carried on. He scornfully looked at Rogan’s clothes and glanced at Maia, glaring at hers and Rogan’s linked hands. “Get this out of the building right now. Keep your little boyfriends out of my sight, got it?” Jaxton made to keep walking but then stopped, looking at Rogan with a sudden anger in his eyes. “By the way… your little girlfriend has a fat crush on me.”

There was a laugh.

Maia heard a laugh. Biting her lip, she looked up at Rogan as, even from the side of his face, she could see how his eyes swirled intensely, his sorcery working as his mouth curved in a smirk.

“Maia...”

She gulped. “Rogan, listen to me. He’s the main character of the book, please don’t, you’ll destroy the story if—”

Jaxton Black dropped dead.

Maia’s mouth fell open as she stared in horror at the man laying lifelessly on the floor, his shoulder twitching.

“Rogan!” she hissed.

“Great, I just harvested me a free soul,” he said calmly, looking at his handiwork.

“You there!’

They looked over their shoulders to see a group of cops watching them near the gathered crowd that watched as the first victim’s body was carried away.

“It’s him!” screeched a woman, pointing at Rogan. “I saw him threatening Nuttie earlier! Oh, my God, is that Mr. Black! Get a doctor! Look, he’s trying to take Elaine hostage!”

Rogan sighed tiredly. “Son of a motherfucking bitch.” This portal was proving to be the most annoying of the four.

The cops came for them, hurrying down the hallway and drawing their guns. “Freeze!” Yelled one of them. “In the name of the Law! Put your hands up!”

Maia was frozen with panic.

Oh, no.

Rogan couldn’t control his power-wielding eyes and now… they were about to go to jail in a novel.