Men who can’t handle pain shouldn’t spew so much bullshit.
“Now that the entertainment is over, how about we start the meeting?” Elias says, not even trying to hide his amusement.
Hazel rolls her eyes before grabbing the end of my sleeve and dragging me behind her.
Anxo falls into step beside me, giving me a look that promises a lecture on self-control and diplomacy as soon as we get back home. Worth it.
At least he can’t say I was the problem this time. I behaved. I used my words. Not my fault that Hutriel prefers fists.
14. A hellhound?
Dean
Elijah pushes open the doors to his personal quarters once the event dies down and everyone has returned to their realms.
It was an eventful night. The first time Elijah told me he wanted to gather all the supernatural leaders and who’s who of our world into one room, I was sure there’d be heads rolling.
For a minute tonight, there was blood on the floor, but everyone fell in line quickly after that. Much to my disappointment.
The ladies look up as we enter the room, a grand hall with dark brick walls and maroon carpet. August is bouncing on the couch, but the moment he sees Elijah, he runs to him with an excited shriek. “Grandpa Luci!”
Elijah scoops him up, tossing him in the air before pulling him to his chest.
“There’s my favorite werewolf. I have a very special gift for you.”
August’s eyes light up. “Really?”
“Of course. Come on, I’ll show you.”
“It better not be another ancient sword,” Nevaeh warns.
“It’s not. I promise. It’s somethingmuchbetter.”
I don’t like the glint in his eyes. He’s up to something.
Anxo stands to follow, but Elijah stops him. “Relax and enjoy the food, son. Dean and I’ve got this. We’ll be back soon.”
Now I’m certain Elijah is cooking up trouble because he doesn’t want our resident adult tagging along.
Apparently, I hesitate too long because August grabs my pinky with his whole hand and drags me along, bouncing off the walls with excitement.
The deeper Elijah leads us into his castle, the more anxious I get. The nerves rolling off him aren’t exactly helping either.
“Elijah, why do I feel like whatever you’re planning is going to get me in deep shit?”
The asshole pointedly ignores me, nodding to the guards ahead to open the massive iron gates. He flashes me a guilty smile, silently asking for patience before gesturing for me to go in first.
The heavy doors shut behind us with a loud thump. A small cube sits in the center of the room. A single fire burns in the corner, leaving most of the cage swallowed in shadow… until a pair of bright red eyes blink up at me.
I immediately wrap an arm around August, pulling him behind me
“Elijah… is that a fucking Hellhound?” I hiss.
He looks sheepish, but I know it won’t last long. He didn’t bring us here for shits and giggles. “The kid could use a little extra protection.”
“Giving my grandson aHellhoundis your idea of protection?”
He winces but doesn’t waver.“Look, Cerberus fathered only three pups this cycle. Smaller litter means stronger offspring. He’ll be unstoppable when he grows up. Unstoppable. I’m training the other two to guard my daughter when she takes over Hell.”
