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“That we know of. Do you really believe father doesn’t have offspring out in the wild? Most higher demons can’t keep their junk in their pants.”
“You can.”
He scoffed. “I don’t, actually. I’m just careful not to get anyone pregnant. Can you imagine me as a father? I’ll be worse than our old man.”
A pause. “I doubt that.”
“Enough.” Leviathan sounded upset. “About this damn bond, can you break it?”
Shit, he was trying to get rid of me. If he did, he probably wouldn’t help me get my wings back. I could always call my friends, I knew that, but I felt so embarrassed. They were all powerful, and I was nothing more than an ordinary human now.
No, I would rather a stranger see this side of me.
Another pause. “With my magic, I can feel the bond. Just a faint string pulling you to her.”
“It’s anything but faint. Can you break it?” he asked again, his tone impatient.
“I think so, but I will take a proper ritual,” Lacey said. “I would have to go back to the coven and prepare and?—”
I stirred then, interrupting their conversation. If she was going to explain to him how to get rid of me, I would rather he didn’t hear it.
I turned in bed, with a fake yawn, and faced them. Levi and Lacey were seated on the second bed, a bag from Dunkin’ Donuts among them.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Leviathan said, flipping the charming switch. “Hope you had a good night's sleep.”
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “Is it morning?”
Lacey nodded. “We took turns watching over you, but I think you’re all healed.”
I looked at my arm. A thin, barely-there line cut across the side of my biceps, looking more like an old scar than a recent poisoned wound.
“Thank you,” I told her.
“Don’t thank me.” She smiled. “Thank this knucklehead. If Levi had taken another ten minutes to call me, I’m not sure I could have extracted the poison and reversed its effects.”
I looked at Leviathan. He stared at me for a second, and when I opened my mouth to thank him, he cut me off. “Here.” He lowered his to-go coffee cup, grabbed another one from the nightstand and offered it to me. “You like black coffee, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I almost cringed at the sweetheart thing. He had been so serious talking to Lacey just now, and before when he was saving me, and yet, he was right back to being a charming jerk.
I took the cup from him. “Thanks, Levi, but I prefer it with plenty of sugar.”
Leviathan narrowed his eyes at me, visibly irritated. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why? Does it bother you? Then don’t call me sweetheart.”
“I'll call you what I want, sweetheart.”
“Then get used to it, Levi.”
He groaned, and stifling a chuckle, Lacey cut him off before he could say anything else. “I have sweetener.” She lifted a couple of packets from inside the bag.
“That will work.” I got them from her.
A tense silence stretched between us while I drank my coffee, got one of the donuts from the bag, and we finished our breakfast. Thankfully, they didn’t ask about the angels and why they were after me, and since I didn’t want to answer anything, it was only fair I didn’t ask anything either.
Even though I wanted to ask a lot of things.
Who was their father? Was he as bad as they made him sound? I mean, they mentioned he was a higher demon, like Leviathan—no, Levi—and all demons were terrible, but maybe evil beings weren’t so evil to their children?
