Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,73

torturing people, and when their powers come out to save them, they sell them to these people called The Others, who the man I killed thinks are like us as well,” I finish off, stroking his arm as he hums.

“Then you are right, we need him. I am good, I am powerful, but I haven’t really been a part of this city and life for a long time. It is clear he has been and he is a skilled fighter. He knows what we are up against.”

Looking up, I grin at his words. “We?”

He arches his eyebrow at me, kissing my forehead as he lays his against mine, creating our own little world. “We, Little Monster. Wherever that takes us, always we. From now on we do everything together. You want to kill your husband and you want the people who hurt you to pay. You want to hunt these bastards selling supernatural creatures. I will follow you through it all. We,” he concludes, and I grin before leaning up and kissing him hard.

How did I get so fucking lucky? Maybe my death was a good thing, it brought me to him after all.

I kicked off my shoes and left them upstairs as I make my way to the kitchen. Griffin’s house is a surprise. I expected the armoury, but what I didn’t expect was the photos and all the handmade carvings everywhere. I’m really intrigued, but the closed off look on his face lets me know he won’t answer any questions I throw his way. So instead, I sit at the table, running my fingers over the wood and watching as he moves around the kitchen. Nos follows me in and picks me up, before dropping me in his lap. Grinning, I still watch Griffin, wanting to learn more about my angel. or fallen as Nos said, mate.

I could be doing things, I could be hunting Tim and his men, hell, even The Others or Victor, but right now I don’t want to be anywhere but where I am with my mates. Tomorrow, it can all wait until tomorrow.

“What are we having?” I ask.

His shoulders tense as he keeps moving, banging down a pan onto the stove and grabbing ingredients from the fridge. “Stir fry,” he replies, the words sharp and short.

I tilt my head and watch as he starts chopping the veg, his movements quick and refined. It’s obvious he knows his way around the kitchen. It must get lonely though, always cooking for yourself, living with yourself, hunting...by yourself.

“So, you work for the council? What do they do?” I inquire, leaning back into Nos’ arms.

“They govern all the races,” he says snottily, with an applied ‘duh’ tacked on the end. Rolling my eyes, I turn and straddle Nos’ lap, ignoring the grumpy man cooking behind me.

“Okay, tell me about the council,” I address Nos, smiling at him as he leans back and his hands come up and frame my hips.

“Like the Fallen said, they govern all the races. They are a mixture of species and tend to be the strongest of all. Each race also has their own ruling body, but all must answer to the council. They rule everything, well, in this country at least. There are three councils in total. The eastern council, the western council…”

“And the other?” I press.

“Pray you never meet the other,” Griffin mutters, making me throw him a look over my shoulder.

“Why?”

“They are the sleeping council, they rule over all. Each council member was voted into one of the five seats of the lords. Their word is law. Only one is ever awake at a time, the rest sleep, saving their powers until their reign. They are the stuff of nightmares and lore. Even older than Griffin and me combined. They have seen the rise and fall of empires, and they endure. They make sure our world, our lives, remain hidden. Even the other two councils must answer to them,” Nos explains.

“Okay, but you’re old. Older than I can probably even guess, and I can feel the power running through you, you are a god, for fuck’s sake. Why aren’t you part of the council?”

Griffin snorts and the sound of sizzling reaches my ears as a tasty aroma of fried chicken and veg makes my stomach growl.

“I have been asked before,” Nos comments, as his hands find the bare skin of my thighs where my dress has ridden up and stroking, making me shiver. Will there ever be a moment I