“How did I not know that?” Lynx unknowingly repeats my question.
“A lot of things could have come into play. For one, your memory was gone when you met him at a later date, but a feeling should still have been there. If anything, you should have been familiar to Bez, at least.” Lennox shrugs, not giving us much.
If that damn Demon were in front of us, I would be demanding an explanation. I mean, we were in their home, and the first thing he said to us was…Oh. My. God.
I turn to Lynx with wide eyes and shake him. “Holy shit. He did at least remember some part of you.” My voice raises with excitement.
Lynx gently takes my hands and pries them off of his shoulders. “What are you talking about, Rezzi?”
“Don’t you remember? He looked at you and said, ‘You smell familiar.’ I mean, I wasn’t taking it as a compliment at the time, but that was probably his way of recognizing you on some primal level,” I point out, bouncing up and down.
“You’re probably right, but I’m not sure how great that is, considering they’re the ones that probably had something to do with the Walls missing,” Lynx reminds me, giving me a flat look.
“Oh,” Sierra speaks up. “There’s a simple explanation for that. The picture that’s in L.A.M.B’s residence is Bez’s. He demanded it, and I quote, ‘I’ll need a quick way to unalive anyone messing with him,’ he said, so we gave him our painting until we could get another one commissioned.”
“Ha!” Lynx yells, startling his baby sister, that was starting to doze off in Sierra’s lap. “Let’s see the Door Knob fuck with me now!”
Sierra gets up carefully with Tempest. “I need to get back to my baking, but baby girl needs her nap,” she says, exiting the room.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky, Lynx,” I say, picking up the toys that are left behind.
“Why?” Lynx demands, placing his hands on his hips.
“Because where was Bez when you were fighting for your life?” I ask, wishing I could ask the Vengeance Demon to his face.
I hand the toys over to Lennox, but before he turns, he looks at the both of us. “Don’t be so hard on Beelzebub. Remember, he might not have received the call since Lynx needed to go through a death to come into his powers.”
Pfft. That’s no excuse.Well shit, now that I think about it, he does have a point. If Lynx hadn’t died, he wouldn’t have come into his powers and become stronger. Though, I would still like to hold Bez accountable.
I tell Lynx I’ll be right back and chase after Lennox, finding him putting away the baby’s toys in her room. I wait until he walks out. “Did you need something, Rez?”
“Yep, I was hoping you could explain how I found this,” I say, pulling out the photo from my back pocket and carefully watching his face.
His brows pinch together as he examines the photo and looks back up at me with pursed lips. “Where did you find this? I don’t think this is ours,” he says, handing it back to me.
“I found it in your storage closet,” I confess, and his eyebrows shoot to his hairline.
“What storage closet?”
I walk down toward the gym and pause in front of the wall that once had a door on it. “I swear it was right here,” I say, touching the solid wall. I turn and look at Lennox, where he’s scanning the wall. He closes his eyes for a minute until a door appears before he opens his eyes and opens it.
Looking inside, it’s not a storage closet but a medicine cabinet.What the hell?
“Hmm. This must be one of those things that will appear if you need something. I was starting to get a headache, and that appeared,” he admits before looking at me. “What did you need a storage closet for?”
Suddenly, my throat dries up, and I’m lost for words as my mouth flops around like a fish out of water.
Lennox lets out a boisterous laugh, and I know my sepia cheeks flood with heat, turning them bright red.
Fuck me. The floor needs to open right now and swallow me whole.
Instead of the floor opening up and saving me, the closet makes a popping sound, and a massive blanket pops up so I can bury myself and my humiliation in it.Perfect.
“Ah. To be young again,” Lennox chuckles and shuts the door, allowing the room to disappear. With a grin, he tucks me into his side. “Sorry for making you blush. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. But to answer your question, it seems like that closet had a mind of its own and wanted you to have that picture.”
Great, how many vindictive dicks are out for me in this world now?
CHAPTER 12
