really think about cutting your hair Xee.” Micah complained. He didn’t like that she kept her hair long, and the sides shaved almost bald. It was her damn head and she was going to do what she wanted with it. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before heading out the door.
Making her way to the cafeteria, she decided on coffee and a country breakfast. The chef was all too eager to please.
“So glad I can cook something that actually makes sense,” the cook commented. He wasn’t human either, but one of those Gnome demons. Small but not so small he couldn’t stand behind the counter and take her order. She got the grits, scrambled eggs, and biscuits with bacon and sausage on the side. There was hardly anyone around. She figured everyone else got to sleep in, or at the very least had decent working hours. There were a few Lycans that sat at a nearby table not paying her any sort of attention. Taking her plate from the smiling Gnome demon, she sat, eating in silence, taking everything in. A memory of her reading back when she was institutionalized popped into her head. She’d seen her first true bad demon, walking among the stacks of old books in what the hospital called a state of the art library. It wasn’t, but it did have some interesting books on demonology and possession. She’d looked up from her book and saw what could only be described as the devil. But later found it wasn’t the devil at all. It had red scaly skin, forked tongue, and one of those long tails that looked like a spike. But when she became the expert on demonology, (well expert in her opinion) she found that the demon she saw in the institutions library was actually a Spawn demon. They were creatures that could take on the form that would torment whoever was near. If a Spawn demon was in a crowd, to anyone who was looking, it would portray their greatest fear. Those were moments she referred to as snippets. When a person walked and thought, they saw something that wasn’t there, then looked again but the object was gone. Snippets . So when the devil-like creature had passed she’d been scared. It was her mother who used to tell her when she was a child that she was the spawn of the devil.
Xee stood and dumped her plate, quickly making her way up to her floor where she would meet Gabe to begin her first day. She still couldn’t get the fact out of her head that he was the Angle of Death. Normally, this would excite her but because he took her coffee cake, she was holding it against him. The douche.
He was thumbing through channels when she made it to the game room. His eyes not really focusing on the screen, but something past that, off into the distance that only he could see.
“Ready when you are Angel boy.” Gabe locked eyes on her, his frown evident as the slash of his brow dipped to shadow his eyes.
“You always this rude?” he asked.
“Only at four in the morning.”
In one smooth motion he stood. His tall muscular frame unfolding to stand above her at almost seven feet. He eyed her from head to toe, did what could only be described as a double take as he zeroed in on first her legs and slowly made his way up to her face, where his eyes focused on her lips. Unconsciously, she pulled her lower lip between her teeth and waited. “Way to reel him in.”
Reel him in?
She wasn’t doing anything of the sort. His shoulders rose and fell drastically with the breath he pulled through his nose. It made his wings expand, the tips brushing the beams on the ceiling. Xee looked down just as he released another breath and watched as his shirt rested against his abdomen showing glimpses of bronzed skin. His jeans rested low on his hips and if she looked hard enough,--which she was--she could see the carved indention of the sexy V women swooned over.
“Now you’re attracted to a dude?” Micah asked with disbelief.
“No, shut up. I was admiring his strength, that’s all.”
“Right and I’m not a Para-housed living
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