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Not exactly a comforting thought.
“Is there a number for a demon doctor or something?” Kevin asked, guiding Percy into the elevator.
“Yes.” Percy leaned against Kevin’s side once the doors shut. He pointed to the elevator panel. There were no buttons, only a slot for a key. “Stick the key in, turn it, and voila, we’ll be at our room. There will be a phone…” His eyes fluttered. “There will be a phone there. You dial one one nine.”
“One one nine? Cute.” Kevin put the key in as directed. The elevator shifted and the doors opened almost instantly to reveal a long hallway with a single door right in front of them. “Okay, guess this is our stop.”
“The big number sixty-eight should be a clue.” Percy croaked out a weak chuckle as he stumbled toward the door, still leaning on Kevin’s arm for support. He waited for Kevin to unlock it so he could lurch inside.
It was a large suite as luxurious as the rest of the hotel with plush furniture, fancy pillows, and a beautiful view of the city thanks to floor-to-ceiling window walls. In spite of the short elevator ride, their vantage was from high above the city as if they really were on the sixtieth floor.
The kitchen was bigger than the one back at A Pizza Cake, and the living room was the size of Kevin’s entire apartment. Percy pushed his way through a set of French doors to reveal a lavish bedroom with a king-sized bed, a recessed hot tub, and more giant windows looking out on the strip below.
Percy collapsed face-first into the bed and lifted his arm to point at the bedside table. “Phone.”
“Oh yeah! Of course.” Kevin shook himself out of his stupor and hurried to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialed the three digits. It started to ring, and he realized he had no idea what to say. “What do I even tell them?”
“Tell them it’s a code fifty-seven, unknown source,” Percy mumbled through the pillow.
“Hello, thank you for calling Brimstone Emergency Services,” a female operator greeted politely through the line. “What is the nature of your emergency?”
“Uh, code fifty-seven.” Kevin sat down on the edge of the bed beside Percy. “Unknown source. It’s… It’s really bad.” He stole a glance at Percy, whose red skin was glistening now with sweat. “Please hurry.”
“Is the patient currently possessing a human or animal, in possession of their own meat receptacle, or are they a damned soul caught between inter-dimensional planes?” the operator asked in the same polite tone.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” Kevin laughed hysterically and dragged his fingers through his hair, looking back at Percy. “Uh, hey, princess. Is this your own… meat… receptacle?”
“Yes,” Percy muttered. “It’s mine. I’m all natural.”
“Noted.” Kevin rubbed Percy’s back, replying to the operator, “He’s got his own meat. You know what I mean.”
“Room number?”
“Sixty-eight.”
“Someone will be with you shortly, sir.” The line disconnected.
Kevin hung up the phone so he could scoot closer to Percy, saying, “They said someone is gonna be here soon, okay?”
Percy turned his head to peek up at Kevin. “Thank you for this. I’m afraid I may have been acting… a bit stubborn.”
“Ya’ think?” Kevin petted Percy’s hair. “Being a complete idiot is more like it.”
“I still stand by the fact that getting you your wings should have remained the priority.”
“Shut up. Come on, let’s get you more comfortable, stubborn ass.” Kevin urged Percy to roll over.
Percy fussed as he moved onto his back, and he reached up to wipe his brow around his horns. “If we run into Sebastian again, even at my full strength… it will not be an easy battle. He already beat me once.”
“We will figure it out, okay?” Kevin frowned. “We will beat him. I don’t know how, but dammit, none of it matters if you’re already dead.”
“I wasn’t planning on actually dying, thank you!” Percy huffed angrily. “I just perhaps underestimated Sebastian’s weapon a teensy, tiny bit, and I wasn’t in the correct state of mind to admit that I was wrong.”
Kevin cupped Percy’s cheek, his heart thudding hard. “Look, for apparently the first time in my life I have something real. I have you. Without that… I don’t really care about my wings. Okay?”
Percy’s scowl softened, and he laid his hand over Kevin’s. “I will continue to adore you and want to commit all levels of unnatural sin with the very heaven that is your body, with or without your wings. They don’t matter to me, not in the way you might think. With the ultimate goal of being alive and therefore in a position to commit said unnatural sins, however, we should not dally on their retrieval for too long.”
“Fine, we’ll hurry. Nobody was looking at summer homes, ya’ know?” Kevin shook his head as his heart continued to sink. He patted Percy’s cheek before getting up, turning his back to him so he could rub at his stinging eyes. He felt stupid for getting so upset, especially when Percy didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by how close he’d appeared to being on death’s doorstep. “I’m gonna see if there’s a room service menu or something. You haven’t—“
