Grave Consequences - Ivy Asher Page 0,58

We’ll have to work through it. Once we get you inducted, we can start working on teaching you wards so you can hide yourself in plain sight. I think that will help a lot. You won’t feel so vulnerable.”

“We should reach out to your Sire and find out what abilities we should be looking out for and training you on, aside from the really necessary flying lessons,” Jerif adds.

“It was my first time!” I defend, and all the guys crack up.

I roll my eyes at the levity at my expense before blowing out a breath of relief. I don’t have to go back to Hell today. I will at some point, but not today. I can work with that.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road, then. I have a fuckfest scheduled at ten that I do not want to miss,” I announce before eating the last of my bagel and draining the rest of my coffee. Finished, I hop up and walk over to the sink, setting my mug down after rinsing it.

The guys mimic my moves, all of them depositing their own dishes, and then Crux slings his arm around my shoulders as we walk out of the kitchen and into the warm morning air. Behind us, Jerif grumbles something that I don’t even try to interpret. I’ll have to get better at speaking asshole in the future, or maybe I’ll just make sure his mouth has something to keep it occupied.

Hmmm, yeah, I like that alternative.

14

We make our way down through the patios and gardens, past the pools and Jacuzzis, skirt the fucking hedge maze, and traverse a crap ton of rolling green grass before the guard shack and graveyard finally pop up in the distance. I take in the bright sun and beautiful day, and start a mental list of all the places I’m going to fuck these demons in the future. I’m already on page fifty, and I haven’t even started on the inside of the house yet. So many yummy possibilities.

“So how does this work?” I ask as we get closer to the wrought iron fence bordering the front of the graveyard.

“We form a circle around the Gate, each of us will recite the vow, we sacrifice a little blood to the portal—”

“Wait. Blood?” I interrupt, looking over at Echo, alarmed by his statement. “No one said anything about blood.”

“We cut our palms and spill a couple drops of blood on the Gate, Delta. It’s not like you’re going to lose a limb or anything,” Jerif tells me, his tone laced with snark.

“Okay, that doesn’t seem so bad,” I concede. “Is the vow in English, though? Because if it’s in that Demonese language that I’ve heard you guys slip into a few times, then I’m probably going to butcher it,” I admit. “I should practice. Wouldn’t want to bind myself to the wrong thing just because I can’t say a word right, you know? One vowel slip and I could end up inducted to a gravestone or something,” I say on a nervous chuckle.

Echo looks over at me with a confused frown. “What?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, and I look around at the others, noting that the rest of the guys are wearing the same perplexed look.

“Delta...you’re speaking Hellion now,” Iceman finally answers, his tone leaking concern and bewilderment.

My brows lift up. “What? No, I’m not. I’m speaking English,” I argue.

“No, you’ve been speaking pure Hellion since we popped into Nihil,” he counters.

“Hellion? Is that seriously what it’s called? I really thought Demonese was going to be the winner. But no. I’m definitely not speaking it.” I look at Jerif to demonstrate. “I can’t wait to fuck the rude asshole out of you,” I tell him before turning to the others with a triumphant look. “See? That was totally English. I can hear it with my own two ears.”

“Wrong. That was Hellion, and I can’t wait to fuck your asshole for being rude,” Jerif rumbles back, his eyes flickering with some serious heat.

Yum!

I shake my head. “Are you guys seriously telling me that I’m speaking another language right now and I can’t even tell?” I demand, anxiety lifting my voice an octave.

They all nod, and that old overheating panic tries to take over, but I shove it down.

“Maybe when your block was removed, you tapped into your ability to speak and understand your origin language?” Iceman guesses. “We’re all born speaking Hellion for demons and Enochian for angels. We also learn mortal languages

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