“You’re welcome.”
“No. I mean… thanks for saving me earlier and bringing me back here.”
“Oh. You’re welcome for that too.” He pats the doorframe and backs into the hall, dragging the door closed with him.
His feet pad down the hall further and further away until it’s just silence.
Exhausted, I fall face first onto the bed. It’s so soft. The velvet feels like clouds against my skin and hugs me perfectly. “You’re a dangerous bed.” Reluctantly, I walk to the chaise and fall into it with one leg up and the other still on the floor with my arm slung over the back. “Fetch me some tea!” I say with an accent to nobody.
My stomach growls, reminding me I need to eat, but first, I need to shower. When I get to the bathroom, it has a modern, but rustic feel. The shower is a gigantic glass stall the size of the bedroom at my place and the sink has a wooden base with a large white bowl resting on top of it. I slip out of my clothes and turn the shower on. Showers always make me feel like a new person. No matter how tired or crappy I feel, it’s like they wash everything away.
After my shower, I’m going to figure out more about me and my powers and how I can help them. The stronger I get, then the sooner I can get out of here.
CALLUM - DON'T GET OFF IN THE SHOWER IN A HOUSE OF SUPERS
ThemorestepsItake down the hall, the more I want to turn around and run back into her room. I want to press her up against the wall in the shower and run my fingers over her wet skin, through her hair. I’ve been around hundreds of true fae before, but they never caused me to react like this.
Needing someone to talk some sense into me, I push the door open for Emmett’s room. I know Jax will be in there with him. And who better to set me straight than Jax, who’s already pissed she’s here.
Emmett’s room is like the rest of ours. Large with gray walls, wooden accents, king sized bed in the middle with a balcony on the wall opposite of the door. The only difference between our rooms is the large piece of artwork we each had commissioned to hang over our beds. Well, all of us except Jax. Emmett has a large painting of the Eiffel Tower, Knox has a picture of ocean waves crashing on the banks of a lighthouse, and I have a picture of the Cliffs of Morgai. Since Jax decided not to get a painting commissioned, Knox took it upon himself to decorate Jax’s space with enormous posters of himself posing in a leopard print thong in Jax’s room. Jax rips the posters down and within days, another one with a different pose is in its place. It’s shocking Jax hasn’t killed him yet, but that’s their relationship. Below the bickering and jabbing most see on the surface, there’s a deep bond that has formed over the years. They would go into battle for each other in a second, without question.
“What’s going on?” Emmett looks up, his eyes a mixture of the man I know, mixed with torment.
“Is our savior resting in her new bedroom?” Jax snides.
“Jax.” Emmett puts his hand on his knee.
“What?” he snaps. “I wasn’t ok with her staying here before and now that you have to hole yourself up in your room like a prisoner because of her…”
“It’s not her fault.”
“If she wasn’t here, would you be in your room? Torturing yourself?”
He cocks his head to the side, staring at Jax.
“I’ll take that as a no, which further supports the fact that it’s her fault.”
“She can help us. Right Callum?”
“I think so. I mean, the fact Emmett is having this reaction to her should say as much.”
“So she fixed you? You want to feed again?”
Emmett shakes his head. “No. After I ran off after we found her, I ran across several humans and couldn’t smell any of them. I even went to a bar and kissed a woman, but nothing. I was kissing her throat, breathing in her scent, and nothing. Couldn’t even get my fangs to descend and simply being in the same house as Everlee has my fangs out and my cock hard as fuck.”
“What’s going on in here? Why did I not get the invite?” Knox chimes, bouncing in.
“Obviously, because we’re trying to exclude you,” Jax chides.
“Oh, you silly goose!” Knox bats the air and prances across the room to sit on the arm of Jax’s chair.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jax looks up at him.
“Sitting.”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Jax pushes him off the chair, but Knox has the reflexes of a cat and bounces to standing.
“You could have simply asked,” Knox says, snarling his nose.
