Page 24 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
They were full of notebooks and stationery.
I paused. Had a previous guest left their stuff behind by accident?
Curious, I picked one up and flipped it open. I recognized the ultra-neat handwriting before I saw whose name was written on the inside cover: Sagitta Sangkaew.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I put the notebook back and shut the drawer. He didn’t strike me as the type of guy to forget his belongings anywhere. So why was it here?
“What, you’re not gonna read it? It might be his diary,” Faust teased.
“I wouldn’t do that to him,” I grumbled.
Which was true. No matter how curious I was. Besides, from the few words I read, I didn’t think it was a diary, anyway. They looked more like lecture notes.
I shuffled over to the dresser and cautiously pulled the top drawer open. It was full of neatly folded shirts tucked inside plastic compartments. It was organized as fuck.
“These don’t look like they were left behind,” I mused out loud.
“Try the next drawer,” Faust suggested.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to be listening to him, but curiosity got the best of me. I pulled the second drawer open.
It, too, was filled with clothes. Except this time it was underwear.
Flushing, I shoved the drawer shut.
“Okay, I’m starting to think this isn’t a guest room,” I mumbled.
“Ooh, try the bathroom next!”
I should’ve said no, but at this point, why the hell not?
With my cheeks already warm, I pulled the ensuite sliding door open. There was a blue toothbrush in a cup by the sink, and a bar of soap sitting on the shower ledge.
“This is Sagitta’s room,” I realized. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“Why? This is where he told you to stay.”
“Well, he obviously fucked up!” I blurted.
I felt like a voyeur seeing something I shouldn’t. Being in a hot guy’s room alone was way too intimate. We’d only met yesterday. We weren’t even friends. And yet he wanted me to stay here overnight? It wasn’t like I’d refuse the offer, but...
My cheeks felt burning hot.
“He made a mistake,” I said. “He was distracted earlier, so he probably just mixed up the rooms. I’ll go find him and tell him the truth.”
Faust chuckled. “If you say so.”
I ran out of the room. Maybe if I was quick, I could find Sagitta before he disappeared in the winding halls. He’d asked me to stay put, so I didn’t want to break his trust, but there was no way he’d meant to put me in his own fucking bedroom. Surely he’d understand.
My shoes squeaked against the polished floor as I rounded the corner. Then I slammed into something.
Knocked off balance, my ass hit the floor with an audible thud. Before I could even groan in pain, the tip of a sword was pointed at my face.
My blood ran cold. When I lifted my face, I saw a short man glaring down at me. His tattered layers of black fabric billowed in the breeze. Something about his pitch-black hair and eyes were familiar. Was he related to Sagitta?
I noticed a rosary wrapped around the sword’s hilt. A red tassel dangled down from it, still swaying from the motion of being thrust at me. The smooth wooden beads looked almost identical to Sagitta’s rosary.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the sword-wielder demanded.
