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“Grandfather.”

Chapter 55 – Hellion

Hellion was sulking. He knew he was, and there was nothing he could do about that. At least he was willing to admit to himself that he was, in fact, sulking. Had been ever since things went south with Wayla.

He had been angry at first, then a lot of other emotions he was not ready to face yet, and now he had moved to sulking. Or brooding. Brooding sounded better, more manly. Yeah, he would go with brooding.

Wayla had been attacked while he had been in Hell. That was bad enough, but afterward she had moved in and it had become abundantly clear to Hellion that he wasn’t needed. She had her mate and Claimed in Irishen and Jarred.

He had been reluctantly willing to deal with that. Okay, that was a lie. He had tried to avoid dealing with anything as long as he could and he had managed to do that, until she moved under the same roof and he kept bumping into her several times a day.

No. He wasn’t doing it on purpose. At least, that was the story he was sticking to. Who cared if he used to drink his morning coffee an hour earlier? It was just a coincidence that he now drank it at the same time as Wayla.

Honestly, he didn’t have a problem with Jarred. It was just splendid to hear Wayla scream his name when she came. It was a perfect lullaby for him. Irishen, on the other hand… Hellion ground his teeth and sipped more coffee.

Seeing the male was hard enough with all the baggage, but seeing him with Wayla felt like a knife in the gut. He was seething jealous over Wayla and almost equally jealous over Irishen. That much, he could admit to himself.

When the cup’s handle broke in his hold, he cursed and threw the thing into the sink. So, he was jealous. Who cared? Not him.

Then there was Marc. How the fuck was he suddenly bonded to Wayla? And everyone in the house acted like it wasn’t the least bit surprising.

Bonded.

Hellion snarled under his breath. Based on the healthy glow on both Sinister and Zahir, the bonded sex they had was pretty mind-blowing. He didn’t like feeling like this. Like he was inadequate.

Or left behind.

Maybe he should go home for a year or two. Give things a chance to cool down. Find a nice—well, shit. He didn’t want to find a nice demon to fuck. He wanted to fuck Wayla. Preferably while Irishen fucked him.

Yeah, better not go there.

His cock was hard from just the thought and that made him brood even harder.

“Fuck!” Wayla’s scream tore through the house and a few seconds later, the woman herself stormed down the stairs. There was murder in her eyes when they locked on Hellion. She pointed a finger at him and growled. “You. Are. Dead.”

Yash poked his head out of the living room, took one look at Wayla, and retreated.

“What?” Hellion crossed his arms. The way her eyes sparkled in fury made his cock even harder. Maybe he could enrage her enough for a hate fuck? To take the edge off.

“You told Uncle Essi about the poisoning!”

Hellion shook his head, trying to clear it and get some blood to return higher. “No. I told my father.” He wasn’t sure what he expected, but Wayla stomping her foot furiously wasn’t it. His cock pulsed in reply.

“Why? Why, by all the unholy things, would you do that?” She demanded to know, looking like she was ready to tear her hair out.

“I don’t know, Wayla. Maybe because you were attacked and the last time it happened, it was him who bailed the attacker out of jail?” Hellion tried to explain. He had been trying to fish out information, and it had kinda slipped out. Not that he was going to say that out loud. They had all agreed to keep the poisoning part of the attack a secret until they knew more.

She hissed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Hellion didn’t, but he wasn’t going to tell that to her, so he kept impassively staring at her.

“Your father,” Wayla spat the words out and took a deep breath before finishing, “called my grandfather.”

Uh-oh. That… sounded ominous. Somehow, she managed to make her grandfather sound like a bigger issue than his father.

“So?” Hellion shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. There was a slight flutter in his stomach that he didn’t like when Wayla glared at him. He’d prefer her looking up at him with eyes hazed with pleasure. Or smiling. Happy. Basically, anything but the look she was giving him now.

“So? So!” Wayla screamed loud enough that feet started moving around the house. “You fucking peas for brains. My grandfather is coming to visit. He wants to see the beings I’m living with, to inspect my living quarters, and then make all the needed adjustments to both.”