Page 108 of Fated to Her

Blaine is a brave man going up against the Prince of Darkness. He is lucky that Latham has self-control going back a hundred years. Latham would have killed him and bled his soul from him, just for talking back to him.

Cyrus sighs, sitting on the end of Addie’s usual desk. He straightens out his coat before folding his arms over his chest, looking rather bored with this entire fiasco.

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on?” I ask.

“Latham has staked a claim for her, and it’s bullshit,” Xavier says.

“Either share her or hand her over, Latham. Since when do you care for humans, anyway?” Blaine spits at him.

“I saw her first. You only want her because I showed interest in her.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. This is ridiculous.

“Oh, they still haven’t told you the best news,” Cyrus says.

I look at him. “Huh? There is more?” I’m annoyed.

“Yep, apparently, they all now work here.”

“What?!”

“Calling shotgun on the tech floor,” Blaine says.

“Fuck off, you cheating bastard. I’m working on the tech floor,” Xavier says, shoving him.

I grab the back of his shirt, yanking him back. “Are you bloody children going to stop? None of you are working here. You will kill all my employees.”

“You owe me a favor, and I’m claiming it. I could have outed your father for his crimes, and I didn’t. I never ask for anything, Eli,” Latham says, folding his arms across his chest.

I sigh. “Why do you want to work here again?” I ask, though Cyrus is the one to answer.

“Bella.”

“Bella, as in our tech manager Bella? The human girl?” I ask.

They all nod.

“No, absolutely not. She is a good girl, and you don’t need to be meddling in her life. What could you possibly want with her?”

“Her soul,” Latham says.

I gape at him.

“Not in that sense. I want her. I don’t know why, but I do. You owe me, Eli. Just put me on her floor, or, better yet, make me her partner.”

“I already have a manager. She’s the manager of that floor.”

“Now you have two,” Latham says, refusing to back down, but he is right. I do owe him. He could have had my father killed for killing my mother.

“If you are putting him on, then you put us on, too. Come on, Eli, don’t be a dick. Make it fair.”

“Don’t be a what? Would you like to repeat that, Xavier?” I ask him, glaring at him. Bloody demons, always getting under my skin.

“No, I won’t have you fighting and causing scenes.”

“Six months, we can give her six months to pick one of us. Please, Eli,” Blaine asks.

“You want to make it a competition?” Latham scoffs before shaking his head.