Free His Possession (The Owners) by Sam Crescent

dread washed over her. The door to the bathroom was shut. Violet had left it open when she left.
    “Mummy?” she said again, this time in a whisper.
    She pushed open the door and let it open slowly. Biting her lip she stared at the arm resting on the bath.
    Like all the other times, she ran screaming for her not to die. Lifting the lifeless form of her mum out of the bath. The red water splashing all over her as sobs escaped her.
    “Violet....”
    She screamed as the voice shook her.
    “Violet....”
    “No, she’s dead. She’s dead....”
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    She was pulled out of the dream as Cadeon shook her awake.
    “What?” she asked, opening her eyes and staring round the room. The reality of her situation came to her. She wasn’t back at the house, holding her mother.
    She’d gotten out. She was free.
    “You’re shivering,” he said. His arms went ‘round her, pulling the covers back over her. She closed her eyes as his warmth surrounded her.
    “You were screaming for your m o m,” he said.
    Tensing, she waited for more questions.
    “You don’t have to talk about it until you’re ready.”
    Violet stared out into the darkness of the room. She could never talk about it. Her shame and curse was living a life that was a lie. The girl in the dream, that was who she really was. This person in a bed was a coward and a runaway, too scared to tell anyone about the life she’d led for fear of being taken away.
    Closing her eyes, she let the fear drain away. As it drained away, so, too, did her energy.
    The warmth he gave her would be enough. She knew with time she’d have to leave. Her mother had made sure she understood that staying in one place would get you killed.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Waking up early the next morning, Cadeon left Violet to sleep a little longer. After the nightmare of the previous night she hadn’t slept well for the remainder. Anne wouldn’t be around until about seven-thirty, and he had some calls to make. He went to the kitchen to start the morning coffee then went to his office and fired up the computer. Going back, he set himself up a cup with milk and sugar. He went back to his office and dialled Tate’s number.
    Cadeon didn’t care how early it was. He wanted some answers.
    “Hello,” came the muffled reply.
    “We’ve got a deal,” he said.
    “For fuck’s sake, Cadeon. I’m working on it. Shit like this doesn’t just grow on trees. I’ve got to work at it.” He heard Tate moving around as he woke up. Cadeon wrote down the name Dominic. Violet had screamed his name the night before. Her mother was dead, and she spoke strangely when she talked in her sleep.
    “Well, I’ve got some things that might help. I know it’s a long shot, but they’re stuff she’s called out in her sleep.”
    “You’re already sleeping with her?”
    “Shut it, Tate. Do you want the names to help or what?”
    “Sure. Send them to me, and I’ll email them through to Sean.”
    Cadeon gave him the names and the few details he remembered from her screams and also how her accent had changed while she’d been screaming. “Would that help any?”
    “I don’t know. These could be people that would bring up more information, but I’m hunting in the dark at the moment. Anything you give me can help.”
    They talked for a few more minutes before ringing off. Cadeon opened his emails and checked them through before going to the file he kept on Violet. He pressed the icon and brought up her personal work file.
    He took the key from his desk and opened the drawer, taking out the paper version he’d got ten her to sign not long ago.
    Something wasn’t adding up about the woman upstairs.
    His gut was telling him she was in danger, but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine why. Getting frustrated, he closed the computer and placed the file back in its compartment, feeling more frazzled than before.
    By the time he walked out of his office, Violet sat at the kitchen counter, watching Anne make