Page 37 of Hex
“We need to take this party somewhere less conspicuous. There’s no way of explaining this away if someone sees him.” Pierce nods to the hangar, the mouth of the entrance barely accommodating the fenrir’s size, but with a little effort, everyone fits.
I hate to admit it but he’s a great protector and, as ugly and fucking terrifying as he tries to be when he’s fighting to the death, he’s cute as fuck when he’s being dominated by my girl. Fuck yeah, I’m proud. No shame in that.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Loki takes in a deep drag from his cigarette before flicking it away without giving two fucks about, well, anything. Then he steps up to his progeny, his neck angledfar back just to be able to look at his snout, and whistles like he’s impressed. “Fen?”
“Fen? How original.” Slay shakes his head, clearly on his last ounce of patience with this situation.
“His mother and I were too busy fucking and having fun to think up a more fitting name. His sister is Rir and his youngest brother is Enri. Hard to forget names like that, right?” I shrug at his explanation, which is none of my business. At least it’s warm in this hangar with Fen radiating heat like he’s a furry version of the midday sun. Anthros don’t do well sitting in twenty-degree weather for too long, but if I’m honest, it’s a little too toasty for us demons.
“Cute, but—” As she’s about to add to that sarcasm, Fen lowers himself to a lying position against the far wall and Sage leans back against him. I can appreciate that we’re on the same page. He’s looking out for my chosen and I can’t fault him for wanting to protect her. “I can’t have him following me around all the time.”
A small whimper escapes Fen’s snout and I swear to fuck, the beast is sad that Sage doesn’t want him twenty-four-seven. The worst part is that I can relate. All those months with her hating me were soul crushing.
“Fen, stop being needy, boy. Go home.”
Sage and I both glare at Loki.
“You don’t need to talk to him like that. Rude.” Fuck, I love her.
Loki pops a brow and cocks his head to the side, a small smirk telling me he’d anticipated this whole fucking thing. “Can’t have it both ways, Witchy Witch. Either he’s yours or he abides by my commands. That’s it, those are the choices.”
Within seconds, I’m growling in his face and fighting the almost uncontrollable urge to annihilate him. The gall of himgiving my chosen a nickname. I can barely tolerate my brothers doing it, but this guy? No fucking thank you.
“Watch your mouth, Loki. I don’t care who you are or what your powers have, you do not disrespect my chosen. Not now, not ever.” We’re both trembling with the shot of the sudden adrenaline coursing through our bodies.
“Demon, I commend your devotion, but if you don’t get out of my face, I’ll rip your head off your shoulders without breaking a fucking sweat.” He’s not bluffing and I wouldn’t expect him to be in any case, but I’m not fucking moving.
My brothers are behind me without a second thought, and though four against one in any other situation is a win for us, with Loki, we’re still understaffed. Does that stop us from crowding him against the steel wall of the hangar?
Not even a little bit.
“Good Goddess, no wonder the world is going to the crapper.” Sage—with Fen on high alert—pushes in between us, ignoring the very potent scent of testosterone stinking up the crowded space.
“Sage,” I fucking growl at her like an animal about to attack.
“Don’tSageme. You’re both acting like children. Now, Loki, if you have offspring, you damn well better take good care of them. Your Fen here needs some love and compassion. He’s been trying to be a good boy and I’ve forgiven him for trying to kill us all, but…” She turns to Fen, who’s lying like a sphynx and watching the scene with great attention. “He needs to be somewhere he belongs and we’re just not ready for a furbaby. Maybe once I’ve found my bestie, Danika, who was kidnapped too, she’s a vampyre, then I can maybe arrange to see him again?”
A furbaby?
Loki and I both recoil at her description of this fucking monster of a dog beast. Wolf, really. A very fucking big wolf that’s destroyed entire villages.
In the back of my mind, a small voice reminds me that I too have massacred whole towns in the name of my love for Sage, but I ignore that shit real quick.
“Fucking A, I’ve never met anymore more ballsy in my whole fucking life. And it’s a long one.” Slash is howling with laughter, which doesn’t surprise me in the least.
Loki is the first to walk away from our stand off and I’m not gonna lie, I’m feeling a little smug.
“Sage.” Loki accentuates her name and bows his head at me as though pointing out with his steely gaze that he’s trying to be respectful.
Prick.
I get it now, the way the rumors talk about his charm. I bet it’s the only reason he’s made it this far in his existence.
“Who kidnapped you?” He sighs like this is the last conversation he wants to be having, but I’m sure he’s clued in on the fact that we’re not leaving without some answers.
“That’s the thing. I don’t know. Whoever did was Fenny’s master, though.”
“Absolutely not. No fucking way you’re calling my killing beast,Fenny. No, ma’am.” Loki looks like he’s just swallowed acid.
