Theo
Did the stack of journals keep getting taller or was it just him? Theo stuck his bottom lip out, pouting. Not that there was anyone in the room to see him. Because Theo had acted like a total brat. There was so much reading and then Dario had the nerve to ask Theo when he was going to start his own journal.
Okay, he probably shouldn’t have yelled at Dario. That wasn’t how mates treated each other.
Theo rubbed his stomach. He hated the feeling of disappointing his mates. He knew that Dario didn’t mean to make Theo feel like he was skirting his responsibilities. It was just so hard to accomplish everything that he wanted to do. They were moving into the new house, Theo had his class work, he wanted to spend time with his mates, he needed to practice using magic, and Evian had brought Theo even more journals. Instead of crying like he’d wanted to, Theo had lashed out.
He totally needed to apologize. He pushed the journal off his lap so he could go in search of his mate. Dario was somewhere in the apartment as Alek, Mitch, and Wylder were at the new house.
“Dario?” Theo called from the living room. He wasn’t sure where Dario had disappeared too and the apartment was big.
“In the kitchen,” Dario yelled back. “I’ll be right there.”
Instead of waiting for Dario to come to him, Theo started in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to fix things with Dario. It just didn’t feel right.
The entire apartment shook, causing Theo to stumble.
Was that an earthquake?
Heat filled the room like someone had turned the furnace on high and Theo was directly under the vent. He reached out to grab hold of the couch but snatched his hand back at flames bursting up around him.
“Dario!” Theo screamed.
“Theo!” Dario shouted.
He could hear Dario running for him but Theo knew that it was far too late when the flames wrapped around him. Theo didn’t fight it this time. The magic inside him pulsed and he knew that he was being summoned.
“Theo!” Dario ran into the room right before Theo was gone.
He landed on his knees in the middle of a large, cavernous room. Lifting his head, Theo scowled at the demon sitting on a throne looking down on him. Pushing himself up, Theo straightened his oversized shirt. It might belong to Mitch or Dario, Theo wasn’t sure. But he straightened his clothes and huffed.
“Hello,” the demon greeted with a nasty smile.
“My mates are going to be very angry at you,” Theo responded. At this point he wasn’t even scared. The one journal that Theo had read through was the one focusing on hell and Mitch had sat with Theo, answering every question he had. Theo knew this demon in front of him.
“I did warn my son that I would take matters into my own hands if he didn’t bring his mates to meet me,” Micitian stated. “I’m done waiting.”
Theo knew that dealing with this demon god was going to be tricky. “We’ve been kind of busy.”
Micitian waved his hand like Theo’s words didn’t matter. “You’ve had plenty of time to meet with the chosen. You are even learning magic from one of them. Unseelie magic.”
The jealousy was evident. Theo shook his head. “It’s their job to help us with the transition into becoming the chosen.”
“Unseelie magic is in my wheelhouse,” Micitian claimed.
Loud banging echoed around the room, making Theo want to cover his ears.
“Ah, your mates are getting better at tracking you down.” Micitian said. “Not that they can enter my throne room without permission.”
His mates were going to be so worried about him. This wasn’t fair. Mitch was right about his father. He was kind of a dick. “Well, I’m here now. What would you like to talk about?”
Micitian leaned forward as he narrowed his eyes at Theo. “I expected…” Micitian hummed. “More fear. From everything I have heard of you, I expected you to be crying and cowering. This is very disappointing indeed.”
Yep. Micitian was a dick. “Uh, sorry to disappoint you?” Theo offered.
“I should have summoned the human. I bet I could have made him cry.”
That made Theo snort. Wylder would have gone right after the demon. Especially if he had his sword. And Wyler always had his sword. It was literally tattooed on his arm so Wylder could use borrowed magic from Seb to summon his weapon when needed. That had been accomplished just the night before. It had looked painful so Theo was glad he didn’t need to forge a bond with a weapon.
