Page 49 of Reaper Unhinged
The guys were here. My guys were back. I sat up quickly. I needed to shower and get on with the day. I needed to spend as much time with them as possible before I had to don my Loup hat and get back to Necro.
There was still the super vamp issue to resolve, and Hunter needed to be found. It wasn’t fair to leave it all up to Grayson, but today…Today would be about Azazel and Mal.
The door opened, and Iza bustled in with a pile of fresh towels. She beamed at me and then hurried into the bathroom. I heard the tap come on.
Was that beautiful imp running me a bath? The scent of jasmine filled the air. Yes, yes, she fucking was.
“Iza, I love you.”
“I know,” she called back.
Last night, I’d flopped into my bed, dirty and exhausted. Flying, even without wings, was bloody exhausting. The concentration required to stay airborne was draining. Azazel and Mal had taken it in turns to carry me the latter half of the way back. I’d been too wiped.
I guess allowing them to feed off me hadn’t helped. I must have fallen asleep straight after sending Cora a comm message. Shit. I checked now for a response.
Glad you’re safe. On the case for Magiguard. See you soon?
Cor
I typed a message back.
Meet you at the pack house tomorrow. Tell Grayson I love him.
My body was fully awake now, and my stomach rumbled.
Iza stepped out of the bathroom. “All ready,” she said. “Masters Azazel and Malachi have said to meet them in the kitchen in half an hour for breakfast.”
I threw off the covers. “Bacon. I need bacon.”
She grinned up at me. “And you shall have it.”
She left me to get ready. I climbed out of bed, and my foot hit something. A book. The journal Aunt Lara had given me. It was on the floor. Weird.
I picked it up and set it on the dresser. Time to strip off these icky clothes.
* * *
I bathed quickly,pulled on fresh clothes, and hurried to the kitchen. Voices drifted up the corridor to greet me, and my stomach fluttered in anticipation. I loved how the guys made me feel. How the excitement and chemistry never waned.
The smell of bacon was in the air too, along with the delicious aroma of coffee. I stepped through the doorway to find Azazel and Mal seated at the table and Conah by the stove.
He was scrambling eggs with his back to me, dressed casually like Azazel and Mal in joggers and a plain T-shirt. They all three looked like they’d just rolled out of bed. Mal had that sleepy vibe that made me want to crawl onto his lap, and Azazel’s long silver hair was unbound and tousled, making me want to rake my hands through it, tip back his head, and claim his luscious mouth.
That luscious mouth tipped in a smile, and he pulled out a chair for me as I approached.
Conah’s shoulders tensed slightly, telling me that he knew I was in the room, but he didn’t turn around to acknowledge me.
Mal poured me a mug of coffee, adding milk and sugar just the way I liked it.
“A phoenix came with a message,” Azazel said. “Addressed to you.” He handed me the scroll that was lying by his plate. I hadn’t even noticed it. “It’s probably from Uriel.”
I unrolled it.
Seraphina Dawn,
You have my thanks for giving me my freedom. I want you to know that the Beyond is in repair and that the souls you deliver will now find true peace. I have dispatched celestials to Purgatory to release the remnants trapped there. Uriel will return to you shortly. His time in the Underealm has changed him, and he no longer belongs in the Beyond. I trust you will accept him into your family.
A humble Soul.
