Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,85

I'm offering that. Just don't be a dick all the time," she tells me. Though the way she looks at me, it just reminds me why I need to stay away from her.

"You're confusing, Karma," I sigh.

"I think you said that to me on our first date," she says with a big smile, letting go of my arm and walking around me. I rest against the hallway pillar as she walks up the stairs, disappearing from view. No matter how much I push her away, she comes back like nothing happened. I doubt even telling her to run away would do much at this point. The front door opens and Storm walks in, holding a green dress over his arm. As much as I hate having a babysitter, Storm isn't a total dickhead. He is a good fighter and actually gives me a decent challenge when Killian cannot be asked to fight for long. We could be considered friends, if he didn't look like he wants to kill me every time I'm near Karma. I'm pretty sure he would gouge my eyeballs out if it wouldn't make Karma upset.

"Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?" Storm asks me. "And have you seen Karma around?"

"I'm coming only because Killian thinks it might be fun to get out," I say, crossing my arms.

"Good. The people need to see that you two are alright guys, not assholes like your father was and what they think you are like," he tells me. I tighten my fists in anger because of the simple fact he knew my father, yet I never got a fucking chance. It's not Storm's fault, but my father isn't around to get mad at.

"Karma is upstairs," I tell him.

"Thank you," he replies, walking past me and stopping with one foot on the first step. "You know she is mine, right? I don't share at all."

"Have you told her that?" I say, smiling widely which only serves to piss him off. He narrows his eyes at me, clearly seeing that as a challenge before stomping up the stairs. I don't know who he is kidding. Karma does whatever the hell she wants, it's part of her unique charm. Well, charm is one word that comes to mind anyway.

29

"You ungrateful little—" I shout at Kit as he jumps off the bed, stealing my last cupcake that Jade made me, after I gave him one of his own. Someone knocks two times on the door, interrupting my attempts to grab the cupcake out from under my bed. I huff, sitting up and brushing my hair out of my eyes as I have a seat on my bed. "Come in!" I expect to see Jade walking through the door, but instead, it's Storm. My lips pull up as he shuts the door and holds up a long, floor length dark green dress with black lace embroidered into the hem and down the middle.

"It's for you. Admittedly, I had help from Jade with what to get as I've never chosen a dress for anyone before," he explains to me, looking nervous. Storm, a higher god with unimaginable power and strength is nervous I won't like the dress he got me. Holy gods, I didn't know Storm had this sweet side to him. I slide off the bed, walking up to Storm and jumping a little to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as he almost lifts me up a little. I pull my head back to see him softly smiling down at me.

"Thank you. I really mean that," I gently tell him, well aware of how it feels to be in his arms. This close, I can pick up on how he smells like rosewood, reminding me of a tree at the bottom of my parents’ home that I used to sit under as I watched my mum plant more flowers. It was a nice place to escape from my crazy brothers when they were running around the house, being too boisterous for me. Neither of us seems to want to let go as the tension makes my bedroom feel smaller by the second. I focus on his eyes, instead of, you know, his lips or his muscular chest pressed against mine. Or his large hands spread over my back, the warmth of them making me want to press myself further into him.

“Your eyes literally look like they have the galaxy in them,” I whisper, totally caught