490
*Sephie*
“What were you two discussing?” I asked, looking between Adrik and Ivan.
Ivan’s mischievous grin spread across his face. “I thought the whole point of being able to communicate telepathically was that no one else would notice when it happened?”
“No one else but her,” Adrik said, pulling me to him. He turned me toward him, his palm resting on my cheek. “Much like what you witnessed in Battista’s associate’s head, I don’t think you need the details of that conversation, solnishko.”
He didn’t need to say anymore. I knew it was not something I was going to enjoy knowing, so I happily let it drop.
“It’s so weird when she doesn’t argue,” Ivan said, trying to sound serious.
Adrik put the back of his hand on my forehead, like he was checking my temperature. “She doesn’t feel like she’s got a fever, but that doesn’t mean she’s not coming down with something.”
I playfully punched him in the ribs as I turned and walked toward the bedroom to take my contacts out. He caught me as I got halfway down the hallway, wrapping his arms around me as he walked us both back to the bedroom. I could feel his happiness at having me in his arms. I knew he could feel mine, as well.
He waited patiently while I took my contacts out, then spun me around to face him. His lips immediately found mine, kissing me deeply. He broke the kiss, leaning back far enough that he could see my eyes. The sweet look of satisfaction on his face told me they were deep blue. He caught me smirking at him. “What’s that look for?” he asked as he traded places with me to take his contacts out.
“You get a look of satisfaction on your face when my eyes turn blue. And only when my eyes turn blue. It’s the only color I’m 100% positive on each time it happens, just by the look on your face,” I said. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head in between his shoulder blades while I waited for him to take his contacts out.
“That’s because it’s my absolute favorite,” he said as he turned around to face me.
“You’re my absolute favorite,” I said, standing on my toes to kiss him again. He groaned softly as he pulled me against him completely. His lips were still on mine as he slowly walked us out of the bathroom, toward the bedroom door again. I could feel his reluctance to let go of me as we made it to the bedroom door. It made me giggle.
“You’re not the only one who’s feeling extra needy lately, apparently,” he said, finally coming up for air.
“What is wrong with us,” I said, wistfully as I pulled his arms around me tighter as we walked back to the kitchen.
I started on dinner as we discussed our conversation with Dario, as well as the conversation with Trino from the night before.
I finally looked to Stephen, asking, “how about now? Does anything still feel off to you about Dario after talking to him tonight?”
In his normal serious way, he thought for a moment before replying. “No, I think it was Sal’s deal that was the reason we all needed to have that conversation. I don’t know how Battista found out about Ricardo and Martin, but he clearly doesn’t know about Sal yet.”
“Maybe because his deal is so new? Although, I guess technically, so is Martin’s deal. Maybe Sal made a deal with a much less powerful demon so it didn’t show up on whatever demon radar Battista has at his disposal?” Misha asked.
I was still interested in knowing why Stephen thought about Dario and why something felt off. It seemed slightly out of character, but not in a bad way. In a he might’ve leveled up and we hadn’t caught it way.
I caught Adrik studying Stephen as he talked. He clearly suspected something else as well. “Stephen, you’re beginning to be able to sense demons, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I think I might be, yes. It’s hard to tell, because you’re all still normal to me, but I’m thinking that’s why I brought Dario up. I think I knew about Sal’s deal, without knowing about Sal’s deal,” he said.
“Is that why something feels off to you about the Mexicans as well?” I asked.
He thought for a moment. “Maybe. It’s a different feeling with them.”
“Misha, do you think you can find any clarity for that?” Adrik asked.
“I can try,” Misha said. He looked to me expecting me to help, but Adrik vetoed the idea, surprising everyone.
“Misha, now that you’re connected to your demon, you can use it as your battery source. If you still need an extra boost now and then, you can use Sephie and Andrei, but you can do this on your own now,” Adrik said. His tone was soft enough that Misha knew he was encouraging him, but firm enough that Misha knew better than to not at least try it on his own before asking for more help.
Because he was much more discreet about using his gift now, he no longer got the faraway look in his eye. However, since he was relying on his demon as an extra battery source, his eyes turned black while he was trying to find the answer. When he came back to the present, he was surprised to see all of our black eyes staring back at him.
I laughed. “Your eyes turn black because you’re using your demon as a power source. Ours are just here for emotional support.”
He laughed, his eyes changing back to their normal green. “I didn’t see any deals being made, but there is some kind of black magic or something like it being used by the Mexicans. Mostly against Martin, from what I could tell. I’ve really gotta learn Spanish if we’re going to keep spying on these people.”
Adrik didn’t even need to look at me for me to know what he was thinking. “Show me, Misha. Maybe I can pick up a few words,” I said, extending my hand to him. Adrik just smirked at me, loving that I read his mind.
Misha showed me what he found. The entire time I watched what he’d found, I didn’t feel his nausea once. When the movie was over, I looked at him, somewhat confused. “No nausea?” I asked.
He looked surprised. He hadn’t thought about it. “No, now that you mention it. No nausea.”
“What if what they’re doing isn’t black magic, but white? What if they somehow know of Martin’s deal and they’re trying to protect themselves? I caught a few words but not enough to know for sure. What you saw, though, was them praying to Santa Muerte, or the Saint of Death. She’s a well-known saint for drug cartels, especially in Mexico. They pray to her to avoid authorities. Maybe they’re praying to her to avoid Martin?” I said.
“I’m sure Trino would know,” Adrik said. “You can show him and see what they’re saying.”
“I do think learning Spanish should be higher on my priority list,” I said. “But that somewhat explains why Misha didn’t feel any nausea when he saw it happening.”
“Yeah, I didn’t even notice that and it’s my own warning system,” Misha said, slightly embarrassed.
I laughed. “Don’t feel bad. You were understandably excited that it worked to use your demon as a battery source. You were distracted.”
His wide smile stretched across his face. “I was excited. Not gonna lie.”
“It was just as clear as when you use Sephie and Andrei?” Adrik asked.
Misha nodded. “Yeah, it was like having one of them help me.”
“It’ll get easier as you do it more often and it’ll get clearer too. The more you rely on your demon and let it help you, the stronger the connection will get,” Adrik said.
“Quick question: does that also mean it’s going to want more pancakes? If so, I’m going to need to start running more to compensate,” Misha said, somehow managing to keep a straight face through that entire sentence.
We all laughed, needing a short break from the heavy subject at hand.
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