“Excellent, I’ll meet you there,” I say.
Archan grabs my arm. “No fucking way. I’m super-glued to your ass, remember?”
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Fine, you can come.”
He frowns. “Where are you going?”
“To get some proper food. I’ve not had a decent cheeseburger or lasagna in months, and after today’s escapades, I’m starving.”
Jed chuckles. “You mean sexcapades. You need fuel after Archan wore you out?”
“Sure, let’s go with that. Now I need glorious food, stat.”
Archan tugs me closer and whispers in my ear. “I wore you out?”
My entire body aches, suggesting he’s correct. I roll my eyes and lead the way out of the room. “Not a chance. You need to check that ego of yours.”
“I would, but my ears are still ringing with the sound of my name being screamed out.”
Zee pushes past us. “Too much information, save it for the bedroom. I’ll get the food.” Huh, being reprimanded by the narcissist, things have changed. I just hope it’s for the better.
11
Chapter Eleven
Natia
Family is everything to a Taurus.
Heaven had a lot going for it. Peace, the chance to reconnect with lost loved ones, and a sense of fulfilment. However, it lacked something important—at least for me. Decent food. Gran could whip up the best tasting apple pie in the universe. But she couldn’t assemble the feast laid out before me now. Aromatic spices fill Archan’s boardroom, making me drool.
Zee shoves a set of spring rolls in my direction. I eye the plain carton. “This better be from the restaurant on 5th and not the shady one on the corner of 12th.”
“What’s wrong with the one on 12th?” Aaden asks as I plonk my ass down in the nearest chair.
“Tastes weird, like something foreign climbed into their woks and made its bed in there, and we are eating its stinky laundry.”
Jed laughs. “The one on 12th is owned by Kos, a goblin.”
I pause in my dissection of the spring roll and look at him. “Goblin?”
Jed nods as he swipes a carton of chicken and cashew nuts. “Famous for their fondness of rodent meat.”
A wave of nausea rolls through me, before I remember I’m starving. “But the one on 5th is human?”
Jed shakes his head. “Nope, Keris owns that one.”
“And they are?” I prompt.
He shovels a forkful of food into his mouth. “Nymph, so don’t worry. If it says it’s chicken, it’s chicken.”
“Thank god, because I’m not sure even weird sources of meat could keep me from eating right now.” I take the first bite of the spring roll and my eyes fall closed at the perfect combination of crispy pastry and soft filling.
Duncan slides cans of soda around the table just as Archan and Zac stalk through the door. Archan takes one look at where I’m sitting and changes direction, heading towards me. He yanks me out of my chair, scoops his hand under my legs and hauls me up, the spring roll still dangling from my hand. He drops into his seat at the head of the table and bands his arm around my waist.
“Dude, your Neanderthal is showing,” Jed mutters.
I roll my eyes and glance at Archan over my shoulder. “I can sit on my own.”
