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"You missed our meeting earlier."
Micha nodded slightly. "Yes."
"Why?"
He toyed with his fingers. "I needed to take a walk and clear my head."
"From what?"
Micha avoided his gaze. "It's...it's personal."
"Personal?" Arden lifted a brow and the deep rumble of his voice echoed in the office. "What is so personal that you can't do what you need to do for your job? Do you enjoy working here?"
"Yes!" Micha said quickly, his eyes widening with worry.
"Do you want to keep working it?" Arden snapped. "Because if you can't do what you've agreed then I can replace you. Easily."
Micha's shoulders dropped and his eyes watered. "Please, I need this job. It won't happen again, Arden. I swear. I just lost track of time."
No Arden couldn’t let this stand. He had a business to run and without his old group of hosts things had gotten even harder he had no room to be lax. Arden searched his face, his stomach tightening a bit.He's pretty when he cries.But that wasn’t enough —. Arden tilted his head,maybe he was being too harsh on the nephilim.
He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. Despite his worries, nothing about Micha seemed to raise a major red flag. There were worries, but nothing concrete.
"Make sure it doesn't happen again," Arden grumbled as he watched tears roll down Micha’s smooth skin. "Time is money and if you're wasting my time, you're wasting my money. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Micha whispered. "I'm sorry."
Sighing, Arden relaxed in his chair. He picked up his glass and polished it off before he put it to the side. Micha wasn't a bad guy from what he'd seen, but the hair on the back of his neck still raised when he was around the nephilim. Arden would figure it out.
"Dismissed," he said finally. "Call it an early night. And Micha?" he called when the angel stood up. "Donotmiss the next meeting. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Or I'll have to fire you. It's a rule for a reason."
"Yes, sir," he repeated, his voice so light it was barely a whisper. "Goodnight, Arden."
"Goodnight."
Arden watched him scurry out of the room. His fingers grazed over the keys and he turned the monitoring program back on. As Micha made his way back down, he glanced over his shoulder as if Arden was hot on his heels.
"What are you hiding, little birdie?"
If Micha was lying to him, he would pluck every single feather from his body. He grabbed the bottle on his desk and poured another drink. As the world below wound down and hosts hung out together, he was left on his own.
As he always was.
As the nightended and patrons went home, Gamble found himself alone. He sighed as he watched the last customer leave for the night. Once he locked the door and made his way up the stairs, he could hear voices just past the entrance to the floor where the live-in hosts stayed.
The idea of mingling with others made his skin itch, but his bare room wasn’t any more inviting. He turned on his heels and crashed right into someone. His magic sparked, and his fingers tingled the moment he grasped the man before he fell back down the stairs. Gamble didn’t have to look to know exactly who’d just run into him.
His magic only responded to one person in the entire PGD, and that was a certain annoying cat familiar.
“Watch where you’re going,” Gamble grumbled and moved Spooky so he wouldn’t fall down the stairs. He let him go the instant he could.
“I was. You were the one running away like some scared chicken,” Spooky shot back.
Gamble ground his teeth. “I wasn’t running.”
