Chapter 19 - Out with the old

Neveah

My vision blurs, and my head pounds as I slowly come awake. I’m tucking myself back into my comforter when I hear something scraping on the floor. Brow furrowed, I rise from my perch and listen for the sound again.

As I listen, I sift my fingers through my hair and recall the events of the night before. I remember meeting Azazel, going to the roof, kissing him, and seeing Mikhail.

Mikhail!  He brought me home last night. He must have carried me in and tucked me into bed. Embarrassment envelopes my body at the thought of him tucking me in. Closing my eyes, I groan in disgust. Shit, what did I do last night?

The scraping sound echoes across the room again, startling me from my morbid thought. My eyes widen when I notice the time. It’s ten in the morning. Pushing back the covers, I peer behind the bedroom door and see nothing.  It’s only when I step out of my room and peer down the stairs that I spot my mo