Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,67

myself, sprawled all over the floor and gulp.

“Aww, shit,” I complain, stamping my foot.

I try to fire off a Hellfire orb, but nothing happens. “Dammit!”

“Err,” Drescal stammers as he looks down at the me on the floor.

With a puzzled look, Elijah picks up my prone body and places me lightly on the bed, arranging me comfortably to my surprise, even brushing my hair off my face.

He sees me watching and hurries back over to the window.

“You can’t go down there now,” Gregory says, the only one with knowledge of what has just happened.

“No kidding,” I mutter. What the actual Hell is going on with me? “First things,” I suddenly blurt out. “What are you two doing here?”

“We wanted to talk,” Elijah says, giving Killian a hard glare, which he ignores and looks at Musmortus instead.

“Drescal let us in when we ran into him downstairs amidst all that,” Elijah continues, indicating the window.

“You’ve got a good spell up here, Princess, but it’s not gonna hold forever against them,” Killian decides to inform me.

“That’s Queen to you, asshole,” I growl, but I’m wasting my breath. He doesn’t give a flying fuck. It’s written all over his gorgeous, disinterested face. “Aleister!” I suddenly go cold.

“Who?” Drescal asks.

“The Gargoyle Master,” I say. “He is…uhm…well…I don’t even know right now. All I do know, is that he has to be in here with me. Us,” I hurriedly add.

“Oh,” Drescal says in understanding. “I’ll go, but then you need to explain why there are two of you, one of you comatose and the other without power.”

“I will,” I say and watch him leave.

He returns shortly with a distraught looking Aleister, who lights up when he sees me.

“You are protected, Annabelle, the Gargoyles are looking after the residence, but…” He looks between me and the other me on the bed with a confused look.

“I have a weird power that splits me into two, but this form has none of it,” I say shortly, folding my arms over my chest and daring any of them to say anything.

None of them do.

Except Killian.

He snorts with amusement. “So you are basically useless,” he states.

“Fuck you,” I retort and then stumble back as Shax rushes into the room, ducking around the huge frame of my pet Hellhound.

“Belle, we need to talk.” He takes in all of the men in my room, one by one with a shrewd eye.

“Now isn’t a good time,” I grit out.

“Clearly,” he sneers at them, but straightens his face when he looks at me. “What is going on out there?”

“Razor’s faction has kind of spun out of control,” I say.

“Hm.” He looks at the me on the bed. “Wait here. I’ll get Mom.”

I don’t get a chance to say anything as he disappears. I don’t know what she is supposed to do about this. It’s my responsibility to end this attempted coup.

“I’m going down there,” Elijah says decisively. “We need to do something to stop this.”

“I’ll come too,” Drescal says.

Elijah gives him a mocking look. “Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do to stop this? Get them all to fuck you?”

The taunt seriously pisses Drescal off. He squares off with the Master of Hellhounds and I feel that the fighting going on down there is the least of my worries right now.

“I’m a nine-hundred-year-old Demon,” Drescal spits out. “If you think that doesn’t count for anything, come over here and find the fuck out for yourself.”

“Stop!” I implore them as Elijah was prepared to do precisely that. “Neither of you are going down there.” With a smile that I definitely know looks like a grimace, I turn to Killian. “War? Be a sweetie and go down there to make them stop.”

He looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t. This is your mess, sweetie, fix it.”

The challenge is ripe in the air, making my nostrils flare.

“If I could, I would,” I retort having fuck all else to say. “Why can’t you though, just out of curiosity?”

His scathing look at my interest in him almost makes my cheeks burn with humiliation. It does not get tempered down when Aleister steps closer to me. I pull away from him, hurting him and thus myself through the bond that was strong before we had sex, but now is a force to be reckoned with.

“I didn’t create this conflict. Me going down there will only amp them up.”

“Oh,” I say, totally getting that.

The six of us fall into a grim silence as the noise from