Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,53
of my respect for you and your caring nature of my sister," he explains to me, those gray eyes watching me so damn closely.
"So you've decided to not be a dickhead to me anymore?" I ask.
"If you were in my shoes, would you have been nice to the person who has your sister as their slave?" he asks.
"No, but I didn't choose for Sera to be what she is. I hate that word, and I never use it," I tell him.
"You're an odd demon," he remarks. “I usually cannot stand your kind, but you are different, and I like it.”
"You could say that," I reply with a chuckle. "Would you like some orange juice?"
"Sure," he replies, smiling at me. It’s rather odd to see him smile if I’m being honest.
"Okay.”
"It's gone from tense to awkward between us rather quickly," he points out. I’m glad he said it and not me.
"Right? It's not like we've had a one-night stand and never want to speak to each other again," I mutter.
"Odd reference," he replies, and I know my cheeks are a shade darker as I realise how that must have just sounded. I get two glasses out of the cupboard and place them on the counter before opening the orange justice carton and pouring the drinks.
"Do you always wear red silk pyjamas?" he asks, reaching out and smoothing his hand down my arm. My body shivers without me even meaning to and I swear to god his touch, even through clothing, is soothing. Way too soothing. This is Javier, my best friend’s insanely hot brother and soon-to-be alpha of a giant wolf pack. I can’t enjoy his touch. I have enough possessive men around me that are too hot for their own good.
"No, but these are what the school left me. They even have the logo on them," I explain to him.
"Have you not gone shopping yet for your own things?" he asks.
"Shopping would mean leaving this place, and that's not something I'm allowed to do. I wouldn’t risk it anyway, not until after my parents’ trial," I explain.
"Why are your patents on trial?" he asks. “Sera didn’t tell me about that.”
"For abandoning the cause and murdering five high demons by taking their souls or something. Only I don't think they did the second one," I explain to him. “I just don’t know anything until I get to speak to my parents. I’m counting the days, to be honest.”
"When is the trial?" he asks.
"In a month and a half, that is if they don't move it again," I explain to him. "Anyway I don’t really want to talk about it." I walk over and sit down on the sofa, crossing my legs as I sip my orange juice. Javier walks over and sits next to me; both of us just quietly exist for a moment.
"Tell me something about you," he suggests.
"How about we play a game and make it fun? Twenty questions? I will answer one and you can answer the next," I offer.
"I like the idea. I'm going first," Javier says, and I nod in agreement. "What do you want for your future?"
"That's a big question," I mutter but I know the answer right away. "I want to go back to the church with my parents and have a normal life as they wanted me too."
"I hope you get what you want," he tells me, and I think he really means that.
"I may want it, but I'm starting to realise what I want might not ever be possible," I say and clear my throat. "My question is: what is it like growing up in a wolf pack?"
"Erm, it isn't a bad place to grow up. The pack is one giant family, but once my mother figured out she couldn’t have any more children . . . I became the only heir, and everything became about training me to be the alpha. Nothing else was important to my parents, and Sera was my only real escape from pack life, my bit of normal," he explains to me. He doesn't give me a chance to reply before he is asking his question. "What is your favourite colour?"
"Green. Not a forest green but more like pale green," I tell him. "What about you?"
"White. I like how pure and simple it is. There is nothing white can mix with other colours and become like it. It can hide in plain sight, and there is nothing expected of the colour," he says.
"You've really thought about that