Katrina
My head is pounding. It feels like someone is beating against it with a hammer. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. My eyes feel heavy, almost impossible to open; it's as if someone has sewn them shut.
"Come on, Princess, let me so the gorgeous eyes." Aphelion coaches me, trying to get me to wake up.
I'm guessing I must've fainted in real life too. Whatever I'd traveled through had done a number on me, but the presence of Brahma was gone. My mind felt like it was part of me again, and my body felt like it belonged to me again. I try once more to open my eyes; I can see little glimpses of images, so it doesn't take Beckett's "That's it darling, that's Daddy's good girl." coaching to let me know my eyes are fluttering open.
When my vision finally becomes clear, I take in the worried expressions of Miles, Aphelion, Beckett, and Samael. My heart aches a little when I notice Luka isn't among them. He was the one I wanted to see most when I woke. I wanted to thank him for rescuing me, but it seems like he fled the scene as soon as he recovered my conscious from its captor.
"Where's Luka?" I croak my throat, scratchy and dry.
"Here, Kitten. Drink this." Miles urges, handing me a tall glass of water, which I guzzle down; Beckett quickly refills it, and I down that one as well. When he fills it the third time, Miles cautions me to take it slow, and I take small tentative sips, before setting it down beside me.
When I try to sit up, I notice how stiff my body feels, as if I've been laying down for days. "How long have I been out?" I ask, noting my voice isn't as hoarse.
"A few days. Luka had to leave to prepare for midterms; they're starting today." Samael replies, squeezing my hand and caressing it.
My eyes widen in shock, and I try to jolt out of bed in a panic. Miles's hands braced my shoulders, stopping me. "Calm down, Kitten." His voice is calming as he tries to reassure me that everything will be okay.
"It doesn't feel like I've been out for a few days. My body feels exhausted, like I've only just stopped battling the war within, and my succubus is sated. Shouldn't she be running amuck, causing mayhem and whatnot with her hunger?"
"Luka, or should I say, Dark Luka," Beckett grins, seemingly found of the King of Darkness, "took care of that before he left."
Well, now my interest is piqued; I raise my eyes, my silent way of telling Sharkboy to continue.
"Let's just say the fucker puts Cupid to shame in the Kink department."
I roll my eyes in annoyance. Thanks for the nonanswer answer, Beckett.
"Well, did anything important happen while I was out?" I ask, getting irritated with not knowing.
I hate that I have no idea what went down in the last however many hours I was asleep. I hate that I have no clue what day it is, what midterm I should be preparing for, or what midterms I missed.
"Don't worry, Kit-Kat. I promise to give you the footnotes of everything that went down with you and Luka." Samael smiles, waggling his eyebrows, trying to cheer me up.
I want to say it didn't cheer me up at all, but that would be a lie. Something about my dark broody mate teasing me always put me in a better mood.
"Simmins is still missing. Hera has sent out invitations for the engagement party. Hilda is convinced and tells everyone that her betrothal to Aphelion is back on since 'you've so clearly chosen me as your favorite.' Umm... Thanks to Kayla, everyone knows that you're Luka's fated and have completed the bond. Samael has ascended the throne. Oh, and according to the council, the angel hunters are closing in on Michael's whereabouts, but my father's told me that he's been in contact with him, and he's making his way toward us."
"WAIT!" I exclaim, trying and failing to hold my excitement at bay," Michael is coming to us? Why wouldn't you start with that, you big dummy head."
"Because I don't know when he will be here. Or if he'll make it before he's caught." Miles states, his calm and rational, matter-of-fact tone, quenching my excitement.
He must notice my shoulders droop because he sits on the bed beside me, taking me in his arms, "I'm sorry, Kitten. I didn't want to get your hopes up only to tear them down, but it seems like I did that anyways."
"No, it's fine," I respond, trying to reassure him, resting my head on his shoulder, "You were right to be level-headed about it. There are other things we need to concentrate on. Michael is the least of our worries right now. He might be able to give us some of the answers we're looking for, but we have more pressing matters to attend to. Michael can wait." I lick my lips, pushing my thoughts of reunification with my father deep down and focusing on the other topics at hand.
"Let's see, regarding the other topics, hmmm..." I tap my fingers against my lip as if I'm lost in thought when what I'm really doing is trying to quell the anger brewing within that the other topics brought forth, "I'm going to murder Hilda," I growl, failing miserably at quashing the anger, "But that can also wait until later when all eyes aren't on me, and Kayla can go fuck herself."
I smile innocently at my men before continuing, "Oh, what midterms do I have today?" I ask sweetly, slowly getting up from the bed and walking toward my closet to change into my school uniform, thankful the guys saw fit to set me up in my bedroom, stopping in front of Samael to give him a quick peck on the lips, "Also, Congrats love. You'll be a wonderful King."
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