ISHI: Thank you for the summons.
let us know you’re safe
I then have 8 missed video calls.
ANGEL: ANSWER IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES
OR I'M COMING IN FIRE BLAZING
EVAN? PLEASE? HES SMASHING STUFF
ISHI: 5 MINUTES
ANGEL: 4
ISHI: 3
ME: JEEZE GUYS I COULD HAVE BEEN
MAKING YOUR MATE, I'M FINE JUST
SORTING A BARBIE PROBLEM
EVAN: Not yet! You’re too young 'HEART EMOJI'
ANGEL: POINT MADE 'SHUDDERS'
VIDEO CALL LATER?
ME: THUMBS UP EMOJI
ISHI: EYE ROLL EMOJI
EVAN: Do you need help with Barbie?
I want details later! HEART EMOJI
I spin so it shows Barbie on the floor behind me, and I wave at the camera with the knife, snapping a quick selfie.
ME: No, I’m good xxx
I giggle and pocket my phone, looking at Combat Barbie. I raise an eyebrow. Saint is sitting in his chair finishing his coffee, and he pulls me onto his lap. He kisses the corner of my mouth and I feel his shadows stroke his mark, I sigh and relax, my torso gets covered in shadows and then I hear Trent yelp, I look over to his flannel dumped over his head, the sleeve in his drink and I’m in a fresh one of Saints shirts, a cup of tea then appears in my hand
“What magic have you cast? Saint is mine, get your whore lard ass off him,” Barbie, I mean Lisa, sneers at me. I roll my eyes and stand, giving Saint a deep kiss, and because I’m leaning forward over his lap, he growls at the view down the shirt to his mark.
“I got stuff to do; can you handle this one?” I ask Saint, who nods and then pulls me into another deep kiss,
“Love you, Starshine”,he says before swatting my ass gently.
“Love you too, my Dark angel”, I peck his lips, salute Declan, give Trent a wave and head out to the stairs.
I grab the laptop Darby has made for me to use for writing and swipe a flannel out of Brayden’s closet, I plan to start with my own story and because of that I’m craving the comfort of my twin and his wolves scent and the calm safe feeling it gives me, I pause in my door then grab an A5 sketch pad and two notebooks, I have some stuff ready to type up but I feel this should be my first. I notice a small leather pouch on my bedside table and on opening it I get the scent of wood shavings and a faint smell of a cooling fire, inside is a single chopstick ‘How odd’ until I look again and there is a piece of carved wood that’s curled like a pringle, as I pull the curled wood out a note drops to the floor picking it up I perch on my bed to read it.
My Angel
I made this for you to symbolise my interest in
starting our courtship to matehood.
