he makes fun out of a fucking death march. I always laugh around him. We have an amazing time in and out of the sack, but that is what makes it great.
It’s casual.
No strings, just a really good time, usually, okay always, followed by fantastic sex. Sometimes with Drescal which makes it even better. I get the sensual and fun out of it.
Uhm, why aren’t I jumping at the chance to include him again? I’ve kind of lost where I was going with this.
“Anna,” Drescal murmurs in my ear. “I know what you’re thinking.”
I give him a fierce glare and march away from him down the stairs. How can he, when I don’t even know?
Where was I? Oh, yes. The other males.
They are all here because this isn’t casual. There are strings attached and I want it that way. I guess part of my hesitation in grabbing Devlin by the cock and leading him straight to my bed is that he will leave me again in the morning…and I’m done with that. I don’t want casual anymore. I want my sex to have meaning and feelings behind it.
Ugh. When did I become such a woman about these things?
When you got over yourself and grew the fuck up, bitch.
“You need to shut the fuck up, right now,” I growl at myself. My brain shouldn’t be left unoccupied, it wanders towards dangerous self-reflection.
“Huh?” Devlin asks, having caught up with me halfway down the stairs. “I didn’t say anything.”
I let out a Devilish growl, yes, Devilish with a capital D, so he knows to leave me alone for a minute.
He does.
Shows that he knows me.
Dammit.
I’m making excuses now. I haven’t even given him the opportunity to stay, automatically assuming he will leave.
“So,” I bark out as we all arrive in the huge, foreboding Dining Hall. I sit down at the head of the table and the males find themselves a chair to pull up. “Someone get Gregory for me? He should be a part of this too.”
No takers.
“That wasn’t a request,” I point out and Aleister jumps up to go and find him.
Killian sneers at Elijah. “Not you, puppy?”
“Fuck off,” he snarls back, but then thankfully Gregory and Aleister return and sit down.
“I’ll start at the beginning again,” I say and fill everyone in again on what happened to Dad. Once everyone is up to speed and also having had the story recounted for some, I sit back. I know that I have to come clean about the rest of it. I just need an opener.
“I mentioned Earth and you went all growl-y,” Devlin says, pointing at Elijah. “What’s up with that?”
Elijah looks at me earnestly.
“Look, he knows as much as you do now, so we’re going all in,” I say, leaning over taking his hand briefly before I sit back again.
“I think Luc is on Earth,” Elijah states. “I also think there must be another key. He couldn’t have locked himself away and then come to me to give me the key. It makes no sense, but I do think that he gave it to me for safe keeping for you when the time came for you to open whatever it has locked.”
“Okay, why Earth, though?” I ask.
“You said Musmortus hasn’t been able to track your father down. She should have if he’d been here. I don’t think he is here. Now your little friend over here says that the dead are rumbling. They know something is coming. It is you, Anna, you have to go to Earth to bring your father home.”
“Once I find whatever the key opens, though. Who knows what it is? It could be any fucking thing.” I feel myself getting angry and count to three, plastering a smile on my face.
I catch Gregory’s eye and he gives me an encouraging nod.
It relaxes me to the point where I can stop digging my nails into the wooden table.
“You said that Leviathan can help with that,” Aleister says, “But how? She has been imprisoned all this time.”
I feel my cheeks go slightly warm. “Err, yeah, about that…”
“What aren’t you telling us?” Drescal asks. He is sitting on my right-hand side, so he laces our fingers together. “You’ve trusted us so far, why not all the way.”
“This next part is…I cannot stress to you enough how sensitive this information is. I mean the bit about my Dad is bad, but this is…I don’t know if I can tell you.” I lock eyes with Gregory, a few chairs down.
“All in,” he