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“Yeah, Demon’s Den. Ballzy did help me out, but since I hadn’t actually manifested my wings yet, and wasn’t able to talk about what species I was and all that, he didn’t trust me. So, I ended up stuck there until my contract either came to an end, or he found out what I was and chose to release me. After Nithe showed up, things kind of snowballed and the whole manifestation thing happened. Ballzy had his answers, and it turned out he wasn’t as much a dick as I’d thought. He let me go and sent us here through a special portal. I don’t know how. ‘Cos we can’t open one out. Anyway, he told us to find the princes, we did. Then came the stuff we can’t talk about yet. Sorry guys. Any questions?” she finished.
Before they could ask, Nithe spoke with a chuckle. “Way to give the Cliffs Notes, Jez.”
“How did you end up there, Nithe?” Athon asked.
“You don’t have to, Ni,” interjected Jezzie softly.
He gave her a small squeeze.
It’s okay, a stór. They need to know. It’ll come out anyway, and if Raum is still free they need to be prepared.
Okay. But if you need to stop, stop. Or I can tell them for you, if you need? she offered.
I got this. He kissed the top of her head lightly.
“Back when my asshole family banished me, I didn’t know what to do, or where to go. My wings had only just manifested, and my dragon had just made himself known to me, so I wasn’t in complete control yet. I ended up in some dive bar in a Realm I’d never been, when all of a sudden some prissy little wisp of an angel approached me. Claimed I was one of them and spun me a tale about how much they needed me, how valuable I was to their cause. They needed someone unknown to help with a special case. To get close to their target and help them apprehend the devious, evil Fallen.”
“Who?” Roth murmured, but Nithe ignored him.
“Being the desperate and optimistic idiot I was, I jumped at the chance. I mean, I might even get to meet my dear old dad, right? Wrong. What I did get, after stupidly allowing myself to be captured, was nothing short of utter degradation and despair. My dragon side was locked away to protect me, or that was the plan anyway, and I never gave up any information about myself. At least I thought my identity was hidden. Apparently not, since everything was known well before they even sent me in. More than even I knew myself, truth be told. It was a double-cross from the start. And when the slip up finally happened in an effort to do the ‘master’s’ bidding—by taking me along to Demon’s Den—well, as Jezzie said, everything snowballed from there,” Nithe finished breathlessly, and Jezzie felt more than heard the heavy breath he released at her back.
“Who?” came Roth’s question again, more insistent than before. The sound of rough gravel entering his tone in a growl.
“Azaroth, calm down,” Athon said with worry laced words.
“Who?” he all but roared, his chest heaving with the effort to hold himself still. Jezzie felt his need to rage and leave a trail of destruction in his wake. But why?
“Raum,” Nithe bit out. The name burnt the air like acid, sliced across Jezzie’s brain, and opened up the wound of her own anger as she sucked in Nithe’s turmoil, and fed soothing calm back to him.
Focussing on Roth, she attempted the same, shocked when it worked and the little tingle of a link formed between them like a silver cord. He jolted, so she sent a little more, until his shoulders slumped and Athon gathered him close.
“I’m sorry, Nithe,” Roth mumbled.
“S’okay, man. I get it. We all have our own shit to shovel, and bastards we want to rip apart with our bare hands. Or in my case shred with my teeth and claws, before melting his skin from his body, and pissing on his still writhing corpse. Whatever’s left of it. Of course, Jezzie wants to eat his soul for good measure. And I’m not going to be the one to tell her she can’t.” Nithe’s fierce gaze reflected the truth of his words perfectly.
Roth looked down at Jezzie as she huddled in Nithe’s embrace, his gaze softening.
“What was the jolt, Jez? And why am I so calm?” His brows rose indicating he had a fair idea of what she’d done.
“I couldn’t have you going all rogue alpha angel on us now, could I? Especially not here in Paradise.” She searched the space between them, found the faint glow of the link and gave it a little tug. Just enough his breathing hitched and his shoulders twitched forward.
“What the fuck was that then?” he almost coughed out.
“That, Azi, is the start of a tether, our bond, through which our link shall form as soon as we are mated. Athon has one too, though I haven’t pushed anything through it yet to test it.” She felt a little sheepish at not having used her natural senses more often. The need just hadn’t been there of late, and maybe she’d become less reliant on them.
“But angels don’t have mates. We figure you and Nithe were because of your other halves. Dragon’s have mates, and vamps have beloveds, so it kinda made sense.” Confusion and hope laced Athon’s words.
“We have it on excellent authority that they can, and more and more angels will get them. It’s been in the works apparently. Lots of planning, yadda, yadda. Though nobody really knows about it yet. But we aren’t the first.” Jezzie watched their stunned faces as her words sank in. Surprise, hope, and finally excitement.
“Do we have to bite you, Jez?”
“Yeah, Roth, you do. Would you like that? Would you let me bite you, too? What about you, Athon?” she asked them both.
“Do we have to be in you when we do?” Athon wriggled his brows in an attempt at goofiness she found amusing and endearing. “Not that I’d complain, but since time is running out, and I assume you want to spend some time with Tana, I have to ask.”
“I don’t think so. Nithe has obviously marked me already. I’m not sure how it all works really. I suppose you could both try at once, or one at a time, whatever you want. Though I suggest you kiss me first, just to be polite.” She winked at them, inwardly unsure of how it would work.
Roth slid closer, and shifted her from Nithe’s embrace. They both lay on either side of her, tracing her curves with one hand, while their heads were propped up by the other. Slowly the button of her shirt slipped free and the soft fabric fell open, exposing a swathe of skin from her neck to her already damp underwear.
