Page 11 of Unbroken

"Simple," Lucifer says through clenched teeth. "Your mother is not Human, she's a Demon. The clever little bitch found a way to hide you from me. You see, you are not Cambion as you assumed. I may be Demonic in nature, but a Demon I am not. You three are Nephalem, both Demon and Angel.” I gasp as the ultimate bomb drop goes off. Do any of us ever get a damn break? Jesus! Oops, I am sure God is listening. Damn it.

“Wait, what?” Rook asks, taking the words right out of my mouth. I didn’t even know that was a thing. I look up at Trys and he looks just as confused. I almost want to reach up and close his mouth for him. But then I remember the test we took in Magical History class.

“How? The test we took with Professor Star didn’t indicate they had any Angelic markers like mine did?” Everyone in the room turns to look at me. But it’s Lucifer who answers me.

“At least she did something right. She was meant to hide my sons until it was time for them to join me in the Underworld when they came into their powers. But she hid them, even from me, therefore they are experiencing instabilities with their magic.” He gestures to all three of them, and Rodyn tsks and folds his muscular arms over his chest.

“You say it with so much sincerity.” Rodyn’s laugh is hollow and emotionless. “I don’t believe a word you’re saying. Our mother can’t possibly be a Demon, we would know,” he says the last part with uncertainty.

Ty wipes his hands down his face and turns toward me. I hold out my hand to him and he crosses the room eagerly. It still surprises me to feel their emotions so strongly. Right now, Ty wants to be anywhere but here. When he reaches me, he pulls me from Trys’s arms and holds me to his chest. Damn it, these men.

“Lucretia is a shapeshifting Demon called aRakshasi, an extremely rare and powerfully vicious creature. Perfect for what I needed her for. Now her life is forfeit for her betrayal.” Lucifer’s wings flex out wide as we all stare at him with wide eyes in shock, even Bishop.

“Fuck, Luc. And I thought Michael was bad. How in the hell did you find a Rakshasi? They are extinct, Luc.” Bishop looks to Rook and my Mate shrugs his shoulders just as clueless.

Lucifer scoffs. “I am the Lord of the Underworld for a reason, Brother. I know all and see all. I have my eyes everywhere.” Lucifer turns abruptly and starts to walk from the room. “I’ll let you reacquaint yourselves with your bond. I’m not heartless after all. You have a week, Miss Jones, then I expect my sons to show up for the ceremony. We are all one big happy family now!” Lucifer laughs, snapping his fingers and vanishing without me getting a word of rebuttal in. His laughter lingers long after he’s gone.

“What just happened?” I ask as Esme and Sam appear at the entrance of the room, in the exact spot Lucifer just disappeared from, looking at us in confusion.

“What did I miss?” She looks at us all in question, but my answer goes out the window when I notice the fresh mating mark on her neck.

“Looks like I missed a hell of a lot,” I say with a knowing smile that makes her look away from me shyly. I’m both shocked and happy for her. I don’t feel an ounce of jealousy. I don’t own her, and I never wanted her to feel like she needed my permission. Before they can reply, I pull out of Ty’s arms and hold up my arms to stop the room from erupting into questions of what happened to me. I know if I start talking, I will never get away.

“I know there’s a shit ton we need to discuss, but I need to do one thing first,” I say to them all. Bishop’s turned down lips lets me know he’s displeased, but he still nods his head in understanding. After convincing the twins that I would come to see them later and a quick “we can talk soon” nod to Rodyn, I rush from the dining room and back toward the tower. I can hardly feel Lyrik at all. What I can feel is dark and animalistic, almost wild and chaotic.

My Mate needs me, and I can’t lose Lyrik when I just found him.

ChapterSeven

MICAH

"Where is he?" I ask Rook as we both climb the steps of the tower. I should have asked him to carry me. Despite the magic use when I first touched down in the dining room, I am still feeling a little wobbly. The stone steps make my legs cramp up from disuse. I want to stop and stretch them out but the need to get to my Mate spurs me on. It’s amazing how unfit you become after being unconscious for who knows how long.

"I had to lock him in a room at the end of the hallway. Close enough that he can sense you but not close enough that he can feed from you while you were unconscious," Rook says as he hurries ahead of me.

"Wait, you don't think he would have tried to—"

"Baby, we are Demons at our core. It is clear the Incubus loves you or he would have gotten his fix from anything or anyone. With you being his fated Mate he is only meant to feed from you now. In the state he’s in there was no way he could have been able to control himself." He stops to face me once we make it to the top of the steps, stopping me in my tracks. "Look, Lyrik is in bad shape. He can barely keep his form. He is hungry and now that he can feel you I—"

"He won’t hurt me, Rook," I say to reassure him, reaching out with my hand to stroke his muscular arm. Part of me is not sure at all, but Lyrik is mine. I know he would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway. But none of that matters, I am all he needs now.

"What would happen to Lyrik if he doesn't feed?” I ask quietly, not sure that I want to hear the answer. What if I was still unconscious? What would become of my Mate then?

"Death, Micah. He went into that room willingly because he would rather die than take from anyone else but you." Rook smirks and rolls his eyes dramatically. "Stubborn bastard." He smiles and reaches for my hand to pull me along down the hall.

"Well, it looks like I definitely need to catch up on the past. . . How long have I been out?"

"Two long, agonizing weeks, baby. Too fucking long." Rook whips around and snatches me into his arms. Our chests collide, and his lips find mine. He groans as he tastes my lips, as desperate and needy for me as I am for him. I sigh against his mouth as he kisses me tenderly, reverently, with nothing but wicked promises behind each stroke of his tongue. The door at the end of the hall rattles violently, breaking the spell between us as I look up at Rook in alarm, my eyes widen in surprise as I look around him toward the end of the hall.

"Tell me that’s not where Lyrik is, and there's a scary poltergeist behind that door instead." I point to the door as I watch it bend outward before it snaps back. Then suddenly it becomes still and goes quiet.

"I can't lie to you, baby. I wish I could in this instance, but your Incubus awaits you. Although, I would rather you not go in there alone, but he would try to rip me apart if I followed you. He is too far gone to recognize me right now. I won't be far. Do you need a safe word, sweetheart?" Rook lifts his eyebrow suggestively, bending down to get eye level with me. I want to kiss his handsome face.

"No. It's going to be fine. I don't think I will be leaving that room any time soon. This may take a while. I may need water and food slid under the door if he’s been starving for weeks." I shrug to myself. “How much sex does an Incubus need if he’s damn near feral from hunger?” I mutter as Rook gives me a little push, slapping my butt in encouragement, like I’m taking one for the team. I guess in a way I am. I blow out a breath and shake out my hands as I take a step away from him and walk slowly to the door.

"The door is spelled. Touch the handle. It will only open for you." I nod my head without turning around. I am not nervous, far from it. I want to take care of him. Lyrik takes care of everyone else, but it seems my Mate doesn't do the same for himself, and I can't have that. Me and that self-sacrificing Incubus are going to have a serious conversation once he has his wits about him.

"Micah, seriously. I can feel your emotions, so if I feel too much fear from you, I am coming to get you. Whether he's fed or not. If I have to bring the triplets with me for back up, I will. I can't let anything else happen to you, Sweetheart." I look over my shoulder and smile.

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