Travis Phelps
"You're a sucubus"- MLM
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The engine idled outside Nockfell High as Kenneth Phelps kept one hand firmly on the steering wheel.
Listen carefully, Travis.His father's voice was calm, but carried the weight of a command.
Do not trust the new student. Do not speak to them unless you must. There is something unclean walking those halls.Travis let out an irritated sigh.
You don't even know their name.
I don't need to.Kenneth replied without looking at him.
The Lord has already shown me enough.
Stay away from them... and stay away from Abner as well. That boy invites darkness wherever he goes.Travis slammed the car door a little harder than necessary.
Yeah... whatever.He had spent his entire life listening to warnings like that. Demons. Sinners. Monsters. He expected today to be no different. Until he stepped into the hallway. The noise of students talking faded into the background as his eyes landed on someone he'd never seen before. . There was nothing obviously wrong. If anything... people seemed naturally drawn to them. Conversations flowed more easily. Smiles lingered a little longer. Hearts beat just a little faster. And for reasons Travis couldn't explain... his own did too.
...
No...he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists.
Something's wrong.Meanwhile, across the hallway, **** paused. Among dozens of ordinary heartbeats, one stood out above all the others. It was loud. Restless. Fighting itself. Rich with emotions buried so deeply they practically shimmered. For a young incubus, it was impossible to ignore. That should have been nothing more than another meal. Instead... it became the beginning of an obsession neither of you saw coming.