“You’re tapping into ancient magic and you doubt immortality?” he asked, arching a brow at her expression. He saw no point in lying to her, so he easily answered, “Demon,” as though it were the most normal thing in the world. “Archdemon, actually. Although, if it’s of any comfort, I don’t currently want anything. I know my species has a… rather poor reputation.”
The energy around her swelled at the immediate spike of fear that shit through her at his answer. Demons were bad enough, she knew that much, but a higher ranking one was far more dangerous in the long run. The lines weren’t going to let her go, but they were going to let him too close either.
“You shouldn’t be here.” She shouldn’t be here, but at least he had the option of walking away.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Matt murmured, a smirk on his face as he got settled again, more than happy to share his bed.
“Let me know if you need me to turn the air-con off, ‘kay?”
“I don’t want you to overheat,” he muttered, voice muffled from the way his face was buried against the other’s shoulder.
He was still cold, but not quite as much so as he had been before crawling into bed with Matt. It would take at least an hour to warm himself up and, by then, he was hoping to be passed out.
“Deal,” he shot back, scooping her up and carrying her bridal style up to her room, getting her settled on the bed and complying with her demand to remove his shirt. Sure, it wouldn’t look good if Devin showed up, but Cael figured he could be dressed in an anthropomorphised animal sports mascot costume and it wouldn’t make any difference to Dev’s reaction to seeing him.
There was a faint growl of protest when he settled her back onto her bed, but it was short lived was she watched him strip. He wasn’t getting that shirt back, but she had a feeling he knew that already. It would hardly be the first time she had stolen some of his clothes.
Lissa curled around him tightly, her face buried against the crook of his neck as she breathed in his scent. She had needed this so terribly, needed him, and as soon as she was back to strength, she was punching her brother in the throat for putting both of them through this hell.
“You actually gonna let them ink you this time or are you gonna play the “I just wanna watch you get inked” game again? Cuz if you try it, I’ll cut my hair short again,” he teased, a smirk on his lips. They both knew he wouldn’t, but it was more fun to play the game.
“Oz is probably the most normal? He’s actually a really good person.” She had some of her dad’s less noticable manipulative streak, not that she liked admitting that. “I think Wil has a werewolf she’s kind of friends with? I just wish Casey even wanted Eulalia around, but she doesn’t seem to want anyone.” It was all a disaster. “You don’t have to be polite about it. I know my parents are basically insane.” She wasn’t fully sure which of them was worse either. Probably her mom but her dad did keep coming back. “But do you think you could really get their help?”
“I think Ozzy has a thing for Terra honestly,” he laughed, flopping down on the couch and stretching out. “And I wouldn’t know, Wil doesn’t really bring people along. Don’t know why she wouldn’t bring the wolf along, if he’s hanging out with her then he’s probably packless and wolves sort of need packs. At least werewolves do. Safety in numbers,” he mused aloud, frowning a little at the thought. He’d ask her about it himself if he didn’t think she’d pull a gun on him. “Mav is easy to bribe. All I gotta do is buy him a bunch of baked goods from that bakery Brynn basically runs since her granny’s too old to do it full time anymore. As for Casey, maybe she needs to spend some time with Ben. I mean, it sounds like she needs therapy and that’s what he does.”
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