His brows pull. “Fuck you!”
“You wish, icy...bitch.”What can I say? I’m off my game right now.
He scoffs. “Wait until the next time you fucking need to cool down. I won’t be around to help.”
“Oh, you actually helped? I thought you just beat my ass because you can.”
“Icanright now.”
For some reason, all the rage inside of me is gone, but I can still see his, and in a way, I find it attractive. His seven-foot build frame towers over me. His arms are crossed over his muscular chest. His lips are turned downwards in a frown, and his brows pull together. Not an ounce of me is intimidated by him. He would be the first to bow by my will if I needed him to. I used to be—short girl versus a tall hellhound with powers. Now I was the Queen of Hell.
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
I roll my eyes, standing. “You’re right because you’re a fucking joke. I have more important things to worry about.”
“Where are you going?” Hazen asks me.
“To bed. Want to come?”
Hazen’s bright blue eyes drop to the flames on my body, and he hesitates. He is going to deny me because he can’t touch me. “I can.”
“I’ll come too,” Jigsaw says, standing. That is the first time I heard him talk today. He’s back into his black hoodie and jeans with too many chains hanging to his knees and worn-out combat boots.
I nod, moving up the stairs. I can deal with these two. They don’t seem to give me much of a headache.Hopefully.
We make it to the guest bedroom, and I close the door behind me. Hazen is the first to sit on the bed and look at me. My mind goes back to Inarian and how mad he is. I’m human. Hazen accepted it, Jigsaw... I’m not sure. “Jigsaw, are you upset with me?” I ask.
Jigsaw looks at me, lime green eyes scanning my face. His hands are in his pocket. “I don’t know. I didn’t know you were so…”
“Different.” I beam.
“Ordinary,” he finishes, making me scoff. He lets out a chuckle. “I’m not sure why I’m not upset. I knew something was different, especially after I spoke to Circe, and she had no idea who I was. I kind of knew something was going on.”
“When did you speak to her?” Hazen asks, sitting on the bed.
My eyes wander about his body. His tan skin is a bit pale, but he looked tired more than anything. His body is large and wide, part of his hips showing from under his t-shirt as he leans back in the bed. His hair is messy, curly mohawk, showing off all the piercings in his ears.
“After the Hell Storm,” Jigsaw says, drawing my attention. Like Hazen, Jigsaw towers over me. His body is just as lean, even though I’ve only seen him once without clothing. Right now, he’s covered, mask over lips and long hair hidden under his hood. I want to see his hair, but I don’t want to move. Magic swirls as I flick a finger, and his hood comes down. His jet-black hair is down today, hanging shaggily to his shoulders. His lime eyes snap at me. “How did you do that?”
“The Flame?” Hazen asks.
I shrug. “I just wanted to see your hair. As a kid, you know how you wanted to shut off the lights but didn’t want to move?”
“As akid? I do that now.” Hazen leans back more, part of his happy trail showing.
Now, I can’t think. Where was I? “Uh, yeah. I just thought about it, tried it, and… it did it.”
Hazen sits up, looking at me. “Do you think I can try to touch you, maybe? Agnus said... I might be able to.”
I move, standing in front of him. Reaching out, I almost stop myself. I didn’t want to hurt him, but he didn’t pull back once my fingers caressed his cheek.
He lets out a sigh, placing his hand over mine. “Fuck. I missed you.” His arms wrap around me, pulling me on top of him while lying down.
“Haze!” I squeal a bit, not expecting it.
“Nope. You are getting squished tonight.”
I nuzzle my face into his chest, not realizing how much I missed being this close to him. I am that type of person. The ones I miss most, I won’t know until I have them again. It might seem unappreciative, but it’s more like I can’t feel anything and focus on the wrong things. With a small sigh, I listen to his heart beating against my ears and fall asleep against him.