Mildred chucked a demon into hell?Sounds like I really need to get the details on what the frak happened here. Memories on why I didn’t ask last night try to worm their way back into my brain, but I firmly shut them back into my‘Deal With Later’box. Let’s not go down that traumatic rabbit hole.At least not before coffee.
Kaleb shifts to his side so he can look at me from his position atop my bed. “I could summon Felix if you like.”
“Or you could all stop talking about me and do something about the people downstairs,” the ghost in question hisses, his head poking through my ceiling. “I’ve been hiding from Kaleb’s parents all morning!”
“My parents are here?” Kaleb exclaims, sitting up and looking a million times more alert than he did a second ago.
Felix gives an exaggerated nod, his hazel eyes open wide with panic. “Apparently, you and D forgot to let them know that you left Nolan’s party and stayed at Callie’s. After all the stuff that went down with the forest fire and everything, they weren’t too happy to find you two missing.”
“Faex,” Kaleb groans, running both hands over his head.
“We’re all prettyFaex-edat the moment,” Felix grumbles, looking particularly ghost-like, half hanging through my ceiling with a golden, ethereal sheen to his pale skin. “It’s not only your parents down there. Nolan’s parents and Witch Bitch’s mom, Neva, are down there too.”
“Faexmeans shit,” Donovan corrects with a sigh, and rolls onto his back. “Sumas futueremeans ‘we’re fucked.’”
Kaleb kind of laugh-coughs and rasps, “It also means ‘we’re having sexual intercourse.’”
“We’re fucked. We’re fucking. Same difference,” he mumbles around a yawn, scrubbing at his face to wake himself up.
Nolan snorts, then goes back to snuggling my side, his breath warm against my ear.
“Seriously? Not cool, man,” Felix chastises while glaring at Donovan, then shakes his head, his brown hair swaying with his motions. “Not the point. Point is there’s an angry mob of adults downstairs, two of which could shove me through the pearly gates. Go do something about them!” He then disappears back through the ceiling.
As if to illustrate Felix’s point, a female voice echoes from downstairs, declaring, “The Alpha must not be disturbed. Only when he’s ready to receive visitors will we allow you upstairs.”
“This is my bloody home,” Mildred seethes, her British accent more prominent with her anger. “I say who is allowed where in it, and right now the children are still sleeping, so everyone can sit down and wait or get out of my house!”
“Wow, my aunt really hates unannounced visitors, doesn’t she?” I surmise to no one in particular.
“Last night’s guests were demons, so…” Donovan trails off, sitting up and running one hand through his sleep mussed, black hair.
The tips of the tattooed wings on his back dip under the waistband of his boxer briefs, which I’m relieved to see he’s wearing, though it does little to help the blush taking over my entire body.
“Fair,” I reply, the word coming out embarrassingly breathless. Get a grip!
Connor sighs, stands up, and stretches in the wolf version of Downward Dog, then shakes his whole body, making himself look particularly fluffy. Since Nolan is still wrapped around me, I can only reach out a hand, but Connor happily takes the hint and leans down so I can scratch around his ears. His tail subtly wags when I hit a particularly good spot.
“Callie, love, you’re welcome to pet me next,” Nolan rumbles into my ear, squeezing me tightly against him.
My mind blanks out on that one, and I blurt, “Do you have an itch you need me to scratch?”
My unintended innuendo hangs in the silence as all the guys stare at me, and I’m back to trying to figure out how I can become the mute queen for the mole people—which I’m not really positive exist, but who knows? A girl can dream.
Donovan starts laughing, hard. Kaleb blinks at me and clears his throat, Connor pulls away to begin tugging on the blanket underneath me, and Nolan teases, “That’s quite an offer.”
“I hate all of you,” I mutter, closing my eyes and wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
“No, you don’t,” Nolan disagrees, his smile evident in his voice. “I’m Best Boy.”
“You’re not Best Boy,” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest.
Connor huffs, which I take to mean he agrees with me, then goes back to tugging on the blanket.
“You go ahead and call yourself Best Boy,” Donovan taunts. “I’m Best Man.”
Kaleb and I start laughing, while Nolan coos, “Aww. That’s really nice of you, D. I’ll keep you in mind when I eventually decide to tie the knot.”
“Shut up,” Donovan grumbles, then barks, “Con, what the fuck are you doing?”
