Novel & Cerita Cain Dear Door

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"Don't say such horrible things. And my place is so small, there's no space for that." "Then did you at least change your front door password?" "Yeah, of course." Ten digits, thirteen digits, four digits, five digits—I changed it unpredictably as often as I could. With my tight budget and no way to ask my aunt for money, installing a new door lock was out of the question. This was the only security I could manage. But to him, it was like a toy. "So, did he get in?" "I don't even know how he knows the password."

Why in heaven's name had everything become so out of control in so little time? A sudden rap on the door shattered the still silence. Laura jolted; her body grew hard as if the thunder had just muted overhead. Each beat connected with the next, muffled, to create a deafening thump in her ears. Obscured in the soft light from the bedside lamp, the doorknob glistened, making a small but forbidding barrier between her and whatever waited on the other side: whoever. Forcing herself into motion, Laura gripped the cool metal knob and turned it as she braced herself for whatever might come next.

Cain was at the chamber door, covering the entrance the way he had covered every entrance since a barn in the first weeks of all this. The lamp had been lit at dusk. The fourth moon rose at the appointed hour. And the chamber door, which Cain was standing beside, opened from the outside.

“Okay. Let’s go down another floor.” Taking the stairs again, we continue down the floors until we reach a set of metal doors. Rowan runs his hands across the doors. “This one has no card reader.” Stopping beside him, I run my gaze across the door. There are no windows on the door, only a large symbol. “How are we going to get in?” I think out loud. Rowan presses his ear against the door for a moment. “I hear something.” Mimicking his move, I press my ear against the door and listen. Several seconds pass before a muffled cry reaches my ears. Flinching back, I look at Rowan. “Do you think it’s human?”

“The Old Testament, mainly. You see: there is Moses, receiving the tablets of God.” Caitlin looked closely. She saw angels, demons, people standing with wings….It made her think of her kind. “Yes,” Blake said, reading the thoughts. “Our kind are included. Do you really think a human could have carved these? These doors were carved by one of us.” Caitlin surveyed them in wonder. “My dream…it told me that my father would be behind these doors.” Blake opened one of them. Caitlin pulled back the other, slowly. It was heavy, made of solid iron.

But beneath that—hidden in the walls, only accessible by Cain’s biometrics—was a door. Behind it? A room with no windows. No light unless turned on. No echoes. Just bondage rigs, padded floors, steel walls, and a single mirror bolted to the ceiling above the black leather bed. Cain had only ever used it once. Long ago. With Saxon. The first time they’d needed to forget the world. — 07:15 A.M. “Get on your knees,” Cain said. Saxon blinked at him. They stood in the entrance of the room—bare concrete, flickering lights, a faint chill that clung to the skin.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

Cain says, pushing open his door and waiting for him to go in and explore. I open the final door and the room makes me gasp aloud, it's beyond stunning. Dark wooden furniture, thick, lush carpet, and a bed that makes me want to crawl inside and sleep for a week. Not even sleep, it looks so comfortable, I'd be happy to just lie there and read or watch TV. "I wanted to take you home with me." Cain's voice follows the closing of my bedroom door. "I thought you'd be safer there, but I need to talk to my father and find out what the fuck he's playing at."

Cain said. Daniel's eyes went wide. "He was here for you," he said. Jai rolled his eyes. "Thanks for clarifying that, Captain Obvious," he said. "How did he get in here if you're the one who broke down the door?" Daniel asked, ignoring Jai. "That's the only way in and out of here." Cain pointed to an open trapdoor in the floorboards in the corner of the room. "He tried to run back to it when I got ahold of him," he said.