I made up my mind. Izzie and I were friends now. Friends let friends use them as an energy outlet. Friends were totally cool with touching each other.
Now…. About friends. Both persons had to want to be friends for friendships to work.
Back to the problem at hand, how did I make shorty get friendly?
Someone slid their hand down my arm as they passed me on the street. I stopped and turned my head to see a beautiful redhead giving me a flirtatious smile. I smiled back, naturally. I was friendly like that.
“You have an interesting energy around you,” she told me, studying me.
I couldn’t get a read on her. I couldn’t even tell what kind of demon she was. Something was off about her. “Is that so?” I asked.
She met my eyes again. “You should stay away from energy like that,” she added as she dropped her hand from my arm.
Then it hit me, I was suddenly drained.
She smirked. “You look tired, Sloth.”
How the hell did she know who I was? What did she do to me? Why did it feel like she took what the witch gave me?
I still couldn’t get a read on her. I couldn’t even find a name for her, which was unusual. First, I couldn’t read how the werewolf died, and now I couldn’t find any information with my Reaper senses on who this chick was.
What the hell was going on?
“Who are you?” Just as I reached for her, she ported.
I cursed and grabbed my head. I was so sleepy again. After the small bit of energy, it truly sucked to feel this way again.
I had hoped to give Isabella some time before I went to her again, but at this rate, I would fall asleep soon…
My phone dinged, and I pulled it out. It was a text from Payne.
Time to go to work.
I groaned. We were always working. Only none of us were as enthusiastic about it as Payne.
???
I yawned, stretching as I did so. Barron shot me a dark frown and growled, “Who thought it was a good idea to bring the Sloth?”
The way he referred to me asSlothyou’d think he detested me, but we were brothers, me being the eldest of seven siblings. You got used to Barron. He was cursed to be miserable and angry. He treated everyone, even the ones he loved—which was only the family because no one else could tolerate his delightful personality—horribly. But he was the sin of Wrath after all.
“Oh, just like we let you out of the house to play with that personality of yours?” I retorted, and his dark eyes seemed to turn a shade darker.
Payne sighed, stepping between us. “Stop the family feuding, let’s do what we came here to do.” Payne, the son of two notorious villains, was a friend of the family. His parents turned over a new leaf and became friends with Mom and Dad, who were the very ones that took out bad guys like them.
Yeah, no, that wasn’t weird at all.
Weirdperfectly described the fucking story of our family. Our parents actions was the reason why we were all cursed.
“If he fucking passes out, which he will, I ain’t carrying him back,” Barron said as he referred to me like I wasn’t there. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked the other way. We were complete opposites in our looks, while we were both over six-feet-tall, he took our dad’s dark hair and eyes while I took our mom’s blue eyes and light-colored hair.
Payne smirked but otherwise said nothing.
“Is August coming?” Barron asked, turning his head back toward us. August was our other brother, the sin of Greed. Another delightful asshole.
“No, but no worries. I’ll protect you idiots,” Maureen said, fading beside Barron with a smirk.
Barron grinned which was no surprise. Out of all our siblings, Barron got along the most with our sister Maureen. The two were close, maybe because they were so much alike.
