knowing the risks you potentially faced. The Dracul foolishly tried to save you and ended up becoming the problem, the entire reason I had to come here and get you. The Lycan, well he did nothing at all except lose his temper when the worst happened, and the Hunter? Do not get me started on the Hunter.” His last words practically a growl.
I sigh at his words and run a hand through my messy hair. “They allowed nothing, I made my own decisions, I always have, and I always will. I also own the outcomes of them. As for Kain, he was doing what he thought was best, and Creek did as I asked, since I told him to stand down and not get himself tangled up in all of this. I practically begged him not to do anything. My actions were my own, and I would have faced the consequences of them. I do not expect others to fall on their swords for my choices or actions. They are mine alone and so is the fallout.” I take a deep breath. Facing off with an Angel is possibly the scariest thing I’ve ever done. “Now, can I at least borrow your phone to call my friend, Fallon since I obviously don’t have my own?”
He takes a step towards me, practically shaking. “Absolutely not! Do you want to get yourself killed, or get them killed by trying to get to you here? Do you have any idea? What if someone traces her phone? I swear to the fates, Remy. You always were stupidly headstrong. Putting your own life at risk, protecting those around you, rather than letting people protect you.”
“My life is not more important than anyone else’s,” I say, keeping my head high to hide just how much fear is simmering inside of me right now.
“You have no idea…” he sighs and shakes his head.
“Oh perfect, there you are!” Everly’s voice breaks through the tension in the room as she sweeps in, brown paper bags in her arms. “Levi, be a dear and grab the rest of the bags from the car, would you? I got a little carried away at the market I’m afraid.”
Her eyes sparkle as she winks at me, as if knowing that she was interrupting, and that I’d be grateful for it. Another domineering male in my life is not what I need.
Thank you, I mouth to her as Levi spins and stalks off to grab the bags, taking his storm with him.
“Oh, it’s fine, dear. That boy, he’s his own worst enemy, and that temper of his. Well, I quite like this kitchen. It’s only just been remodeled after his tantrum a few weeks ago.” She smiles as she washes and puts away the vegetables she pulls from the bags, when she sees the bits I’d laid out. “I’ll sort your breakfast, you go dress and come back. If he’s in this mood, you’ll want some armor on.”
I laugh at her words, said so casually. Considering who he is, what he is, I don’t know that I’d be so flippant about his temper. And yet, I wonder what it might be like to push his buttons, to rile him up. I wave the thoughts away and head back to my room.
The smells coming from the kitchen bring me back quickly. Its warmer today, the end of fall, but I’ll take the heat it brings. I make my way back, barefoot, in just some cut off shorts and another long sleeve hooded top I found in the closet.
I still in the doorway when I see Levi, currently topless, but in his grey sweatpants from earlier, working the kitchen as he cooks up a storm. He looks completely at home at the stove, so relaxed and carefree. A big change to the mood he was in before.
“Finished staring, Angel?” he says with a smile, not even looking up at me, and I feel my cheeks heat. Fucking Angel.
“Don’t know what you’re on about,” I say as I enter the kitchen, sitting on one of the tall stools at the island where he’s cooking. I see the smile creep over his face, and I can’t help but mirror it. “Calmed down?”
“Don’t know what you’re on about,” he parrots my words and I roll my eyes at him. “Hollandaise is nearly ready, just need to poach the eggs,” he says, laying the ham on the toasted muffins on the two plates in front of him. I sit and