Page 102 of Bellamy
“The answer is no.”
“Then I’ll go,” I said. I needed more coffee. One cup wasn’t enough to deal with this bullshit.
God, I sound like Daman.
Gray was sitting crisscross on the floor and cocked his head at me. “You’re gonna seduce them? I don’t think your demon will like that very much. If Mason even thought about having sex with someone else, I’d have to kill the person on the spot. Justbam.Lights-out.”
Mason rolled his eyes and pulled Gray closer. “Like that would ever happen.”
“Brutal.” Raiden grinned. “Who knew our Smalls was such a little killer?”
“Everyone knew that,” Castor responded. “Because that’shisspecialty.”
Raiden grumbled at him before shoving a Pop-Tart into his mouth. Once he got a proper meal in him, he’d be less of a grump. That was the only time Raiden had an attitude: when he needed to be fed.
“I’m not seducing anyone,” I said. “If this person is watching us, it’s only a matter of time before they make a move. We should make ours first.”
Alastair thought on my words. “Confronting them might be our best option.”
“What did Lazarus say?” Galen asked.
“He’s taking care of business in the celestial realm but said he’ll look into it.”
“Look into it.” Castor used his fingers as quotation marks. “Translation: you fuckers are on your own.”
“He came to our aid when Asa attacked our home,” Alastair said.
“Yeah? A lot of good that did us. Everything still got fucking destroyed.”
As a fluttering passed through my chest, I glanced behind me at the staircase. Phoenix had materialized. I growled low and set my empty coffee mug on the side table before walking over to him.
“You shouldn’t be blinking,” I said, resting my hands on his hips. Touching him felt too fucking good. After making the decision last night to give him another chance, my head had cleared. My heart hurt less too. “You need to save your energy.”
“Keep worrying over me and I might start thinking you like me.” Phoenix leaned his head against mine.
“You wish.” I held him closer.
“Hey, demon,” Galen said. His body was tensed, but his eyes retained their light gray shade. “What are your thoughts? Any idea who could be watching us?”
The center of my chest tingled. I had expected them to be pissed at me for bringing Phoenix there, but my big, wrathful brother—the one I had been worried about most—was trying to put aside his anger and accept him instead. For a second time.
Before Phoenix could answer, Gray jumped up from the floor and rushed over to the bay windows.
“Look!” He pointed outside. “Someone’s out there.”
Alastair joined him at the window before the rest of us piled around them, trying to look out as well. A bit of shoving was involved.
“Like a bunch of kids,” Clara muttered from behind us.
“I don’t see anything,” Raiden said, moving Castor’s head out of the way.
Castor bumped against him.
“I promise they were just there. Beside that tree.” Gray pointed again. “I saw black wings. Way too big to be a bird.”
“So either a Nephilim or a fallen angel.” Alastair frowned. “They’re too far away for me to sense their energy.”
“Someone from Baxter’s group, maybe?” Kyo suggested. Baxter was the leader of the Nephilim army in Athens, Greece, our allies in this war.
