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Hex the man isn’t so easily judged. He holds no guilt or treacherous intent, but he yearns to punish Ali for abandoning them. The kraken has kept him in a state of constant misery. The beast, even now, is at odds with the man.
Hex has hurt and suffered, but not as much as his monstrous side.
The kraken wishes to claim his mate, impregnate her with his eggs, and the psychotic bastard would keep her prisoner if necessary to prevent her from leaving him again.
He believes, with enough time, he could win her love. Which might border on Stockholm syndrome, but it’s so pathetically sweet that my lower lip pokes out dramatically. The big, gooey fucker has a romantic side.
The kraken and I are of a similar mindset.
My affection might be a bit over the top, but I too would chase if Ali tried to run. I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t be above trapping her to me, either.
Nightmares make for adorable hell-spawn. We’re mostly in shadow form for several weeks following the live birth. Huh, she could have an actual litter with eggs and live births. Combine that with my little shadow spawn, and my cock hardens uncomfortably.
I think I’d like to knock her up immediately.
Being a first-generation demon, I have no family of my own. Perhaps that’s why I built a life with my cluster.
Wraith and Knight are back in hell, at least as far as I know. They’re likely beyond pissed at the naughty little witch for refusing to command them to stay.
That’s not my problem.
My darling fae is excited to have me around. She quite literally welcomed me with open arms. It’s all I’ve dreamed of and more. No one is ever particularly pleased to be in my company, but she is. It’s terribly humbling and only exacerbates my obsession.
My brethren did not receive the same welcoming from the witch. Nadia may have been a bit more accepting if the circumstances surrounding our entrance into the human realm hadn’t been quite so bizarre. Last night was a clusterfuck for all involved, but today is a new day.
“I’ll say it again. There’s a corpse on the floor,” Silence says.
I’ve never met the Prince of Spring, but I easily recognize him from Ali’s dreams.
“He was becoming a problem.” I give the warlock’s shell a kick in the thigh. “I haven’t disposed of him yet.” I shrug. “It seemed prudent to keep his options open.”
“What?” Ali snorts, shaking her head. A goofy smile crosses her face that makes me ache to worship every inch of her soft skin. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I normally see her when she’s suffering, but I prefer seeing her joyous. It’s strange, because she’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever tasted, and yet, I’d forego it to keep her content.
I shake my head, refocusing on the conversation at hand.
“Explain,” Silence demands.
“He’s a council agent. If he goes missing while they’re in the process of investigating how and why so many monsters go missing in Haven...” I give him a look to indicate he should think that through. “You’re just asking for a full-scale council inquiry.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I can’t be out of his shell for more than a couple of hours, or it will begin to...” I frown, unsure if I want to say the exact words that come to mind. I settle for, “Deteriorate.”
“Eww,” Ali says, snuggling back into Atlas’s chest.
“Indeed,” I agree.
“That’s actually what I originally came in to inform you,” Silence says, staring at Ali and Atlas. “There’s an employee who didn’t show up for her shift. Saber is going to her home to check in.”
“Who is it?” Ali stretches forward as wrinkles appear on her forehead.
“Skylar.” Silence shrugs. “She was due several hours ago.”
“Oh,” Ali says, exhaling loudly. “She’s late or no-shows at least once a week. It’s still a good idea to check, though.”
“So, you are aware Haven has had a much larger number of monsters than normal go missing in the last few years?” I muse, carefully eyeing Atlas as my shadows dance over his skin.
I avoid touching Ali. I get no enjoyment from sensing her pain or fears. I remove them solely to ease her suffering. It is convenient that it feeds me, but I’d do it even if it didn’t. I’ve developed a bit of an obsession with being her savior. I’ll harbor all her torment so she doesn’t have to.
Atlas clears his throat awkwardly. He’s been quite the prolific serial killer in protection of our dear, sweet fae.
I’ve known for ages, thanks to the fact Wraith often reaps the souls Atlas is responsible for sending to Hell. It’s the main reason why I had to commandeer Kash’s shell. He was getting a little too interested in Atlas, which would have eventually led to Ali.
