Chapter 24 Jade #2
"But we can't be naive either," Ambrose counters. He looks better than he did a few days ago, but the contract costs are still visible in the new lines on his face, the slight tremor in his hands. "Dmitri isn't stupid. Using his daughter to infiltrate us is exactly the kind of move he'd make."
"We watch her," I decide, echoing what Skye said after the ceremony. "Give her the chance to prove herself, but don't trust her with anything sensitive. If she's genuine, time will show it. If she's not, we'll catch her before she can do real damage."
Everyone nods in agreement, though their confidence in the plan varies.
The student council elections happen three days later, and the entire sanctuary gathers in the main hall to witness democracy in action for the first time in Grimrose history.
Students who've spent years being told they're broken and dangerous now get to choose their own representatives, their own voices, their own leaders.
It's beautiful. It's terrifying. It's everything Phoenix Sanctuary is supposed to be.
When the votes are counted, Liz wins a council seat by a significant margin. Students who she used to terrorize actually vote for her, trusting that she's changed, believing in the redemption she's trying to earn.
I watch from the back of the hall as she accepts the position. Her speech is humble, focused on service rather than power, promising to represent all students regardless of their essence type or history. It's everything you'd want to hear from a reformed bully taking on responsibility.
But as she finishes speaking, I catch something. Just a flicker. Her eyes dart toward the main entrance for a fraction of a second, and something passes across her face. Not triumph. Not relief. Something more calculated. More aware.
Like she's checking to see if someone is watching.
The moment passes so quickly I almost convince myself I imagined it. But my demon instincts don't lie, and they're screaming that I just witnessed something important.
That gets filed away for later discussion. For now, we celebrate the election, celebrate the students taking ownership of their sanctuary, celebrate another step toward the world we're trying to build.
That evening, I find Stellan in our room, curled up with a book about phoenix lore that Skye found in the library. The moment I walk in, he looks up with those orange-tinged eyes and a soft smile that makes my demon hunger purr with satisfaction.
"Long day," he observes, setting the book aside and opening his arms in invitation.
I don't hesitate. Within seconds I'm beside him, pulling him close, burying my face in his neck where his fire burns hottest. He smells like smoke and cinnamon and home.
"Tell me about Liz," he murmurs, his fingers carding through my hair. "Your unease hit me during her speech."
"Something's not right." I explain what I saw, the brief glance toward the door, the flash of calculation. "Maybe it's nothing. Maybe I'm being paranoid. But my instincts say she's not fully committed to changing sides."
Stellan considers this, his fire flickering thoughtfully. "Do you think she's actively working against us? Or just keeping her options open?"
"I don't know. That's what worries me."
We lie in silence for a moment, processing. Then Stellan shifts, moving until he's straddling my lap, his hands cupping my face. His orange eyes glow brighter, responding to my demon hunger.
"We'll figure it out," he says softly. "Together. Like we figure out everything else."
"When did you become the optimistic one?" I ask, managing a small smile.
"Since I stopped being afraid of my own fire." Stellan leans down, brushing his lips against mine. "You taught me that. You and the others. That being different isn't dangerous. That I can trust myself."
The kiss starts slow and sweet, just connection and comfort. But my demon hunger has been on edge all day, and Stellan's fire is exactly what I need to settle it. I deepen the kiss, pulling him closer, and feel his essence rise to meet me.
"Jade." My name comes out as a gasp when I break away to trail my mouth down his throat. "The others will feel this."
"Let them." I nip at his pulse point, tasting fire and want. "Let them feel how much I love you. How much I need you."
Our other mates' awareness brushes against us. Skye's warm approval. Harlow's quiet affection. Rumi's pleasure at our connection. Ambrose's distant contentment as he rests and recovers. None of them intrude, but all of them share in what we're feeling.
Stellan's hands find the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head with urgent need.
His fire flares hotter, flames dancing along his fingertips that feel like pleasure instead of pain against my demon skin.
I drink it down eagerly, transforming his heat into energy that makes every sensation sharper.
"I love you," I breathe against his collarbone as I work his clothes off. "I love how brave you are. How kind. How you keep choosing hope even when everything seems impossible."
"I love you too." Stellan arches into my touch, his phoenix song starting low in his throat. "I love how you protect us. How you've made peace with being a demon. How you're helping other students find that same peace."
We take our time despite the urgency building between us. Every touch is savored. Every kiss is a promise. When I finally sink into him, Stellan's fire blazes bright enough to illuminate the entire room, and I drink down every bit of excess heat until we're perfectly balanced.
His phoenix song rises as I move inside him, that impossible sound that exists somewhere between music and magic. His pleasure echoes back to me, amplified until I can't tell where his sensations end and mine begin.
"More," Stellan gasps, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Jade, please, I need more."
I give him everything. All my demon hunger transformed into worship of his body.
All my protective fury channeled into making him feel safe and loved and claimed.
The flames dancing across his skin grow brighter with each thrust, and I consume them eagerly, feeding on his pleasure until we're both lost in sensation.
When Stellan comes, his essence explodes outward in a burst of white-gold fire that would incinerate anyone else.
But I'm a demon, and I drink it all down, transforming his release into fuel for my own climax.
I follow him over the edge with a roar that's more monster than human, my hunger finally satisfied in a way that only my mates can provide.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and cooling fire, both of us breathing hard, both of us glowing faintly with residual essence. Our other mates' satisfaction washes over us, their love an additional embrace.
"We're going to be okay," Stellan murmurs sleepily, his head pillowed on my chest. "Whatever Liz is planning, whatever Dmitri throws at us, whatever the Council decides. We're going to be okay because we have each other."
I want to share his phoenix certainty that we'll rise from whatever ashes the future holds.
But my demon instincts are still whispering warnings about calculated glances and unstable futures and daughters who might be exactly where their fathers want them to be.
So I hold Stellan closer, feed on the warmth of his presence, and promise myself that I'll protect my mates from whatever's coming.
Even if I don't know what that is yet.