Bound to the Battle God by Ruby Dixon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Ruby Dixon
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I ’m just sitting down with a pint of Häagen-Dazs to watch some
reality TV when I hear a voice through the wall.
I frown, spoon halfway to my mouth, and turn off the
television.
It’s late. It’s a week night. I have to be up early but I can’t sleep, so I’m
stuffing my face with ice cream. And for the neighbor in the next apartment
to be shouting? That’s just rude. I scowl at the wall for a moment longer,
and when all is quiet, reach for the remote again
A man laughs. Loud and strong, on the other side of the wall.
I take a bite of ice cream, listening like the nosy neighbor I am. The
man keeps talking, his voice rich and smooth…and impossible to make out.
He’s loud, but I can’t understand what he’s saying. The walls muffle it. Or
rather, it’s like those Charlie Brown cartoons, where people talk but none of
it makes sense.
I can’t hear any other voices either, just his.
After a few moments of this, the man’s sexy voice turns angry. Harsh.
He’s no longer laughing. He’s arguing with someone—a silent someone.
Loudly.
I cringe when I hear a thump against the wall, like a fist is hitting it, and
swallow my butter pecan quickly. I pull out my cell phone and record a few
moments of the shouting, then decide to call the super.
Three rings later, the super picks up. “What?” His voice is impatient.
“Hi,” I say cheerily. “It’s Faith Gordon in 5B? Whoever you rented 6B
out to is causing a disturbance. He keeps shouting at the top of his lungs
and I’m pretty sure he just hit the wall.”
The super groans. “Lady—”
I hate it when men call me “lady.” It’s never a good “lady,” it’s always a
bad “lady.”
“—there’s no one in that apartment.”
I stare at the wall next to my couch, where I distinctly heard a man
yelling. “Yes there is.”
“No. It’s been empty since January. I have to fix it up before I can rent it
again and that’s lower on the list.”
I knew my neighbor had moved out a few months ago but… “No one
else has moved in?”
“No.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say, and hang up. I’m confused. I put my ear to the
wall to listen again, but whatever—whoever—it was has stopped.
It’s dreadfully quiet for a long moment, and then I hear the voice again.
The angry man with the beautiful voice. He sounds frustrated. Cold.
Ominous.
Frightening.
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