Chapter 2
Chapter Two
ARABELLA
Well… let me rephrase that. I could deal with them, but there was a chance I would end up bopping each of the over-controlling bastards on the head for being nut jobs.
My gaze moved towards the massive wall of glass windows to remind myself why I was here. I almost smiled, noticing a large form shifting in and out of the darkness of the shadows. My curiosity had me stepping forward in interest.
Honestly, if there was one thing that would probably end up killing me, it was my curiosity. At least I would die learning something though, right?
“Is that all you’re eating for breakfast?” A rough voice had me rolling my eyes.
Do you see what I mean? Sure, it was adorable when Razar did it, but I could literally hear the accusation in this man’s voice. As if I was committing some horrible sin for having a freakin’ granola bar for breakfast.
My father offered a small, barely-there chuckle as he began checking off his normal morning list in a manila folder, something I probably needed to look over as well.
Sometimes I liked to walk in there and be surprised, but if this was a Class Alpha nightmare, it would probably be a good idea to know what I was dealing with.
Slowly moving my gaze towards the two princes scowling and brooding in the back of the control room, I looked to Damian, who had spoken to me.
Yes, Damian, as in Lucifer’s son. Oh! Let’s not forget his best friend, Hades’ son.
As you can imagine, humans were rather upset to find out that their arguments of which ‘Hell’ existed had been useless this entire time, because surprise!
—there were plenty of sexy villains for them to hate and me to love.
“I didn’t realize that my eating schedule was your business,” I mused, knowing I had to push back with the two of them, because if I didn’t… well, let’s just say the ‘give an inch and they will take a mile’ analogy was perfect for them.
Razar chuckled softly at his teammate’s expense, making Damian narrow his eyes.
“Here.” My father offered me a fresh mug of coffee.
I couldn’t help but smile, realizing that he had chosen to hand me a bright blue mug with glittery gold wording on it, despite his natural preference for dark colors.
My father wasn’t good at showcasing emotions, but it was small actions like this that made me know how much our relationship meant to him.
I took a sip of the warm drink, nearly moaning at how good it tasted.
“What are we dealing with?” I asked him, not waiting for Damian’s response but knowing that he would have one for sure.
“Brief her quickly, if you can!” my father called out as he walked towards an attached room that served as his office.
I couldn’t help but smile, knowing the man couldn’t focus on communication if his life depended on it.
Razar sat down in a large chair near the door, the plastic creaking under his large frame as I looked away from the window and focused on the other two.
Damian stepped fully out of the darkness as his eyes moved over me slowly.
I really tried to not get turned on by the man, but it was a bit difficult considering how sexy he was.
He totally did not deserve my attention, considering what an insane, overbearing nut job he was, but I couldn’t deny his effect on me.
Leaner than Razar but slightly taller, the man was dressed in a dark suit today, highlighting his large shoulders and what I knew to be a muscular build underneath.
How did I know that? Well, in the past six years since he’d arrived at eighteen, I’d seen just about everything when it came to these men, him included.
As in, I’d seen him naked. Not on purpose, but trust me, I had not been able to forget it.
Probably never would. Still hoped to see him up close and personal one day, but there wasn’t much chance of that happening, considering our relationship dynamic.
He drove me crazy. At least most of the time. Sometimes he was really sweet.
My eyes closed as I placed my forehead down on the metal table underneath me.
I knew I had only a few things left to do, but I was drawing on an empty reserve right now.
Letting out a small yawn, I pushed back out of my chair and walked towards the large leather chair in the back of the room.
I could hear quiet conversation going on between Damian and my father in his office, something about an upcoming mission, so I figured one of them would wake me up.
I thought I’d only closed my eyes for a moment when I felt my head hit a soft pillow that I knew wasn’t my own, the sheets smelling like Damian.
Blinking my eyes open, I felt a hand slip around my waist as surprise filtered through me.
At first I considered that maybe I was used to being around Damian after the night before and that’s why I was inhaling his scent, but then I realized what I was feeling was real. He was really here.
“Go back to sleep,” Damian mumbled softly, his words sounding less like a demand and more like a small plea.
Turning into him, I pressed my head against his chest and let my eyes close again, completely surrendering to sleep despite not usually being this physically close with the man. It just felt right.
When I had woken up the following morning, I hadn’t been all that surprised to find Damian gone.
I had stumbled my way towards the dorm living room, where Razar was waiting for me.
He’d been pretty worked up, but after seeing me and making sure I was well rested, we had gone to work like any other day.
I’d never brought it up to Damian despite wanting to.
I wanted to hear that slight vulnerability in his voice and see the look in his eyes so that I knew he was feeling the same uncontrollable pull towards me that I felt towards him.
Then again, it was completely possible that wasn’t what I would get at all.
That I was hyping up this entire connection.
Damian walked towards me, running a hand through his hot pink hair as his gold eyes lingered over my frame once again, making my entire body break out into shivers.
I tried to not focus on the massive onyx horns that came out of the top of his head or the barbed tail that flickered back and forth across the floor, because both aspects always had me thinking of stuff that wouldn’t do me any good, considering our current situation.
You know, the one where I was attracted to all of my nightmares and not just one.
Had I had sex dreams of gripping his horns while he bounced me up and down on his impressively large cock, his tail wrapped around my waist? Yes. Yes, I had. Would I ever tell him? Absolutely not.
The man was a cocky, ridiculous bastard on his best day.
Plus, he had this laissez faire, devil-may-care attitude that was actually pretty damn intoxicating to be around.
And of course, he had to be hilarious, because life wasn’t unfair enough.
He was always complaining about people getting him mixed up with the antichrist and that he was Lucifer’s legit son. It was pretty funny.
Although, despite having known him for six years, there was one question I’d never had answered—Why had he come here in the first place?
I mean, he was a legitimate prince, yet he’d chosen to come here rather than stay with his father.
He’d never admitted to it, but I was almost positive that his relationship with Lucifer was strained. I just wish I knew why.
“They extracted him from Cairo two nights ago,” he explained with a relaxed tone that had the hair on my arm sticking up with chills because of the hidden intensity underneath it.
My butt hit the desk behind me as I attempted to subtly distance myself from him, knowing that getting too close to the man was exactly what he wanted.
If his tail wrapped around me, I honestly wasn’t positive what I would do.
There had been a few times when it had wrapped around me protectively, pulling me flush against him.
Each and every time I’d forgotten the ‘danger’ at hand and had turned bright pink at how much his touch affected me.
My eyes flicked down to where said tail danced across the floor as he continued forward.
“He was drawing life out of people,” he added softly.
“What type of nightmare is he?” I turned towards the window as I inhaled his warm cigar scent tinged with mint. I froze as he pressed his hands on either side of me and spoke in a voice that had me nearly melting.
You see how bad this attraction was? Nearly volatile!
“He comes from a lineage of pharaohs’ death magic, so he would be considered a Class A legend terror.”
My brows raised, knowing how rare that was.
Similar to night terrors, legend terrors had been the inspiration for myths within the modern world.
It was why both of my princes were included within that class as well.
Although even I had to admit it seemed like our new guest was specifically very unique.
“Are you telling me he’s a mummy?” I turned sharply as realization hit me.
Death magic users came in many different forms, but when they came from a line of Ancient Egyptian pharaohs, they usually took the form of mummies.
It was why the Egyptians mummified themselves, wanting to live forever in immortality like the terrors that ruled their lands.
“Correct,” a deep voice confirmed, making my toes curl. Damian didn’t move from my space as he continued to look down at me, his intensity causing my ears to heat. I tried to focus on movement over his shoulder that I knew to be Blackwell.