PK Hrezo

The last place eighteen-year-old aspiring artist, Morgan Jaeger, wants to spend her summer after high school is in the boonies of the Transylvanian Highlands with her estranged father. She never expects to meet the handsome, free-spirited musician, Varujan, who shares her affinity for abstract art. The summer of dread becomes the summer of dreams when Varujan invites Morgan to a secret hideout of underground artists. But when the utopia turns into a thrill ride of terrors that pitch Morgan's life before her eyes she must keep her wits about her or else lose her most valuable asset forever.

A Wicked Thought

There’s a welcome somewhere in Varujan’s Romanian words. I’m sure of it. 


Down the steep, precarious steps, he leads me beneath the potbelly stove. It’s like we’re slipping through a time tunnel to the past. Darkness swallows us. Around and around. Stone walls, the hue of oysters narrow on either side. 


“Um, where does this lead?” I ask, trying to sound casual. 


Varujan angles back, candle in hand, and his expression is so pure that my shoulders settle. 


“To my home.” Firelight illuminates his smile. “You did not believe we lived in total delapidation, did you?” He continues his descent, his leather slippers silent on the stone steps. 


Air shifts all around me. I shiver and slip on my jacket, my senses amplified to the tenth power. I don’t know what I believed. 


Chapter 12