Page 20 of Black Onyx
“He’s right, Darlin’ it’s probably not the best idea,” Kill adds.
I get a pang of intuition that this is somehow important, and I sigh.
“Tough, we made a promise to each other, and I’m following up on my end. So you’re coming with us. This is not up for debate,” I tell them, crossing my arms over my chest. We can get to the bottom of why the guys recognise Killian after he’s showered and eaten.
Loki and Rival open their mouths to argue with me, but they’re cut short as Kill comes up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“I know better than to argue with you. I’ve still got the scar from last time.”
Loki’s eyes widen, “Supernaturals don’t scar.”
“They do if you have the right weapons,” I mutter, opening the Void, Kill doesn’t let go of me, and I reach my hands out to Rival and Loki, who reluctantly take them, trying to stay as far away from Killian as possible. “This is going to be almost instant on the way back, and you’re probably going to get sick.”
I don’t wait for them to reply as I step through, pulling them all with me. As soon as we reach the other side, Rival and Loki let go of my hands and bend over their hands on their knees as they groan. Motion sickness from the Void is a bitch. Kill’s arm slips from around my waist as he steps back, shrouding himself in shadows in the corner of the room and effectively shielding himself from view. I have a second to wonder why before Storm is raging towards me, his eyes focused on me, Mayhem and Reaper close on his heels.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Storm yells, a ball of flames spitting angrily between his horns, and I cross my arms over my chest. “Do you have any fucking idea how dangerous it was to go after the person that sent that fucker to kill you?”
Apparently, the only emotion he’s comfortable with showing is anger. Go fucking figure.
“He means we were really worried about you guys, and we’re glad that you’re okay,” Mayhem mutters, concern etched into all of his features. His hair is standing up on end like he’s been running his hands through it, and when I glance around the apartment, it seems like Storm let his anger out on the room.
“Like hell is that what I fucking mean,” Storm growls, coming towards me. I tense as he reaches his hands out towards me.
I’m suddenly yanked back against a hard and familiar chest. Killian’s tail wrapped around my leg, and a sword pointed at Storm’s face. Storm comes to a halt instantly, all colour draining from his face as his eyes land on Killian.
“That’s close enough, brother,” Kill says firmly, and my head snaps around to him.
“Brother?” I ask.
“What in the hell are you doing here, Killian? Actually, scrap that. How in the hell are you fucking here?”
“That’s a long and complicated story,” Kill replies stoically.
My gaze snaps between him and the still silent Storm; now that they're in the same room, I can sort of see the resemblance, but it’s only slight.
Kill chuckles, and all of the other’s gazes widen in shock. What the fuck is that about?
“I’ll explain, Darlin’. I had no idea that you two knew each other, or I would’ve told you a long time ago.” He tells me, kissing my neck, it’s a familiar thing between us. We’ve actually never had sex, but we’ve come pretty fucking close a hell of a lot.
Chapter Six
Aflash of anger and I could swear jealousy darkens Storm's eyes before he snuffs it out along with the fire ball between his black as night horns as he becomes emotionless again.
His face drops into a snarl as he opens his mouth, and I interrupt, “Oh no, whatever you have to say can wait until Kill’s taken a fucking shower and had a hot meal.”
I try to turn to move Killian back towards my room so he can shower, but he doesn’t let me go, his arms tightening around me.
“Kill you’ve got let go, come on, you fucking stink. Get your ass in the fucking shower!” I order.
Storm's eyes cloud with worry at my words, and I have no fucking idea why.
“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, unwinding himself from me.
“I’ll order food; it’ll be here when you’re done. The shower is straight through there,” I say, pointing towards my door.
As he turns to leave, my eyes move over his muscular form, and I admit I watch his tight ass as he walks away. Reluctantly pulling my gaze away, I focus back on the others; Reaper’s mouth is literally hanging open, which would be comical if I knew what the big deal was.
No one says anything, and I decide to leave them to it and wait it out. I’m sure there’s a whole heap of fucking questions coming; I can almost feel it. I walk over to the screen that Reaper used to order food before, and after a few moments of tapping the screen with no idea of what I’m doing, I finally find the menu and order all of Killian’s favourites. I order extras for the guys as well, just in case they’re hungry.
