The door burst open as Reginald stomped his way in.Fuck, that skinny dude was strong. Con wrapped his arms around Lillian, and War lifted the covers over her naked body as he growled. Fame and I leapt up, dicks swinging and all, as we got in front of her, hiding her from his eyes, because no one looked at our naked mate and lived to tell the tale. Even strong as shit, snooty house managers.
He got one glimpse of Lillian's peekaboo face before his eyes lit with understanding and his shoulders slumped. “Oh. Okay, so you all helped her. That's good. I will see what I can do to put off the prince.” He turned to leave out the door, but Fame had had enough.
“No. You don't get to burst in here, look at her, and know what’s going on without telling us! We are her mates, damn it!” His chest was heaving, which showed just how upset he was about the situation.
Reginald looked both of us up and down, raising his eyebrows with a tight thin-lipped smile. What he thought of our intelligence showing plain as day on his face. Dick.
He peeked over our bodies as he looked at Lillian. “You haven't told them that this could happen?” He sounded like a disappointed parent with his child, which was weird as fuck with all of us in this room naked but him.
Lillian looked at him sheepishly through the waterfall of hair in front of her face. She sighed and face palmed some hair off to the side to glance at him. “Well, I didn'tknowit could happen again. Duh!”
She hiccupped, and five sets of eyes stared at her. She looked around at all of our faces before she threw her hands up in irritation. “It's not like I fucking knew,” hiccup, “it would happen.” Hiccup, “It only happened,” hiccup, “that one time …” She trailed off as she looked away again, like she was watching something behind us that we couldn't see.
Reginald moved around us and kneeled by the bed, looking at her in earnest. “Really? You have never gotten power drunk since that first time?”
She took a big intake of breath and held it, cheeks out like a puffer fish, as she shook her head from side to side, letting her hair go wild around her face. She waited until a hiccup passed while holding her breath before she let it out and turned to pout at him. Then booped his nose and fell into a fit of giggles.
“Your nose looks like a button.” She laughed uncontrollably. “Button, button, who has a button?” She fell back into Con’s chest, running her hands up and down as she started talking about ‘smooth like a baby’s butt’.
Reginald looked at her, then got up and ran his hand over his face in a grimace. He turned to Fame and me. “Look, I don't know how much Her Majesty has told you about herself…”
“None. None at all, good chap. But please do tell them that I can't make it for tea and crumpets today,” Lillian said in a broken British accent as she snuggled into the pillows next to Con, whispering about how soft and cuddly they were.
Reginald rolled his eyes as he cursed about the damn Morningstars and their aversion to serious conversations before he straightened up, giving us a diligent look.
“She will remember everything that has happened later when she sobers up, so I guess this will just need to be a learning exercise in talking to peoplebeforejust fighting and fucking them.” He pointedly glared at her, and she responded by flipped him off.
She giggled again as she slapped her hand on the pillow she had just been cooing at.
“He said fuck. Reginald said fuck!” She whooped and hollered like a crazy person as he shook his head.
“Look, this is what she’s like when she gets power drunk.” He tried to cut to the chase, but when we gave him questioning looks, he continued. “Lillian is a special type of demon because she’s also half angel.”
My eyes bugged out of my face as I jerked back, my eyes sliding over to Lillian who was now talking to the pillow, telling it how naughty it was. I flicked my gaze to my brothers who all wore the same expression.
“She has been raised in Hell as a demon, but she can also feed off good deeds. She can tell you about that later, but the special blend of the First Fallen, Lucifer, and a powerful second angel made it so she can feed off both powers. We quickly learned that this didn't just mean that she could feed off them, but that she also had the power of being like a void. She can take in massive amounts of power—more than any other known being—ingest it and then use it to fuel her body as well as her own powers.”
He released a breath like this was one of the things that he most definitely didn't want to talk to us about, but since Lillian was being a chicken shit about it, he was forced to give us the basics.
“It’s one of the reasons that her father and I never worried about her going to the human realm. No one on that plane had enough power to bring her to her limit.” All of us gave him a look like,Hello! Look what we just did! He rolled his eyes as he gazed back at her and nodded. “She’s still not at her limit, but her being power drunk means that she’s at least at the seventy-five percent mark.”
That was when I looked at our little mate and was impressed. Who the fuck had we just mated with?
“Also, her being power drunk will only last for one to two hours before she will wind down and need to take a nap to sleep it off. Then she will be her regular self, but until then… this is what we have to deal with.”
He motioned to her as she wrapped a sheet over her hair and blinked up at us as she sang, “Fasha can you hhheeerrreee mmmmeeee!” Then she broke into a fit of giggles as she crashed back onto the bed, hiccupping between laughs and calling for all of us to sing with her.
Reginald's lips quivered for a second, wanting to smile, but he forced it back down and straightened towards us.
“You are her mates, so you will need to keep an eye out for her. She gets a little… wild when she’s like this, but most of it is harmless. She just gets a little… silly.”
He turned to walk away, leaving this all up to the four of us, when she turned toward him and stuck out her tongue at his back.
He turned around sharply, narrowing his eyes at her like he saw that, then lifted a finger. “Oh, and if you want to know a tip”—his eyes held an evil glint to them—“when she’s power drunk, she doesn't lie. So if you have any questions you want out of her, now is the time, boys.” He slammed the door shut as she jumped to her feet on the bed and chucked one of her pillows at him, which only hit and slid down the door.
“You will pay for that, Reggie!” she screamed.
When she looked down, her eyes met mine, and I realized that now was the time I could get all the answers I had been demanding. I wouldn't even have to fight for them. Her eyes got wide as she jerked her head to look in the far corner of the room.
