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"I don't, thanks for offering. I'd love to crash in your huge top floor suite. Only the best for the son of Hades, am I right?" He leaned against the elevator wall and crossed his legs as we crept slowly to the seventeenth floor. "I'm curious how they got you to agree to come find me."
Glancing at him, I remained silent. I would not tell him they didn't offer much. It bored me at home. There were only so many parties that you could attend, so much socializing you could stand before you'd wish you were dead.
"You know, we could have fun here. I'm not the annoying child who followed you around before. I've fully embraced what I am, and I draw human women to me, it is like a magical ability. Of course, you know I don't take it too far, only a taste and a lot of pleasure." He watched me as the doors opened with a low chime, and my hotel room was open to us.
It was opulence in its finest form. The large room it opened to had floor to ceiling windows and a charming view of the citybeyond. That didn't even mention the enormous black sofas and fake fireplace next to them. A mahogany coffee table sat between the two couches and a wide chair faced the fireplace between them. Mirrors lined the wall above the mantle, reflecting the elegant room and picturesque landscape. The grand room opened up to three other rooms.
One of them was the exquisite master bedroom with its four poster bed and walk-in shower, both large enough for a group of people. It gave me ideas of nights of pleasure, featuring the beautiful Goddess that had captured my attention.
Bellamy strolled into the room in question and let out a low whistle. "That bed looks like at least ten people could sleep on it comfortably. Do you think they made it for orgies? Or maybe rich humans just don't like contact when they sleep, they would seriously be in different zip codes."
"Orgies?" I scoffed, even though that was the exact place my mind lept to each time I looked at the soft bed.
"Don't say you haven't thought about it. We both come from Tartus, they are common practice back home."
"Bellamy, what do you want?" I pinched my nose between my fingers and took a deep breath.
"Is it a crime to want to catch up with an old friend?"
"We both know that you hate me," I replied with a roll of my eyes.
"Minor detail," he said with a shrug. "Do you know how to close portals that have opened?"
My gaze snapped to him. What did he know? "I know of a few ways to close them, depending on how they were opened. The normal ones shut on their own, travel through surfaces also shut by themselves. The ones held open with blood can only be closed with more blood. Why?"
"Curiosity," he said as he fell back onto the bed.
"Tell me what you know," I ordered, and he let out a laugh.
"Not really any of your business. Just something I need to clean up before I die."
"Die? You are being dramatic," I said. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling; he was full of shit right now.
"She is gonna do it. I'll get a taste of her, and then she will have to kill me. She would have done it tonight if you didn't show up. But good thing she didn't because I found the horde coming through a portal created with black magic, they don't belong here."
"They don't belong here?" I parroted back at him wryly. He waved his hand toward me and closed his eyes.
"Tomorrow," he mumbled, and then a soft snore left him. I wondered how long it had been since he had slept for real. He looked exhausted now that I was seeing him in the bright light of the room.
CHAPTER 15
Bellamy
I steppedout of the first warm shower I had taken since being here. Steam billowed out of the glass enclosure and across the room, joining the steam in the mirror. Of course I had cleaned up, but to give in to the warmth and the pleasure of the water pressure, it wasn't a luxury I had allowed myself. But I was safe here in Alastor's hotel room.
Of course, the prick had picked the most expensive hotel with the best room. His sensibilities probably wouldn't be able to handle less. And he'd probably faint if he knew that some of my baths were in the local river.
As soon as I found the horde hidden in the forest after leaving the hunter, I knew that only one person could help me. Living might not be for me anymore, but I wouldn't leave behind a mess for Samantha to clean up. I wasn't sure why I cared about that exactly, but it didn't matter, the horde was technically my responsibility. And I had grown to enjoy certain things here. I understood why Tristan had stayed all those years even after he had a way home.
Hot dog stands on the street corners in the bigger cities and all the sweets at the local bakery. I even put on a human face togo in and get cookies and cakes. A sugar high was definitely a thing, because after eating all of that sugar, I felt better than I did after I fed. It satisfied a different craving. Sure, my stomach hurt, but it was worth it.
Looping the towel around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom. Alastor leaned against the bed, his arms crossed as he eyed me. I wouldn't be an incubus if I didn't sense the small thread of desire that sparked to life inside of him when he looked at me. Or the tail end of a thought of what I hid beneath my towel. That was new. There was something heady about knowing a God wanted you, even if it was a tiny amount. In time, that spark would become a flame if I were to stay. But I knew Alastor, and he would clam up if I mentioned it, so I faced him as I dried my hair.
"Any good pastries with room service?" I asked beneath my towel.
"You think I'm going to feed you too?" His aristocratic voice flowed over me, and an awareness of him I hadn't felt before today penetrated my senses. Making sure my towel stayed in place, I moved across the room to his dresser.
"Well, I slept in your bed all night. It's the least you could do." I smirked over at him before adding, "You are gonna share your clothes, too."
