“You could thank your incubus.” I smirk. “This is the bathroom bag.” I hand it over and shake the other. “This is a few snacky snacks to say,sorry the universe hates women, but I love you, so I got you goodies.”
She takes the bag and laughs. “Wow, that’s a lot for a snack to convey, but I can’t wait to see what you got. Be right back.”
Hazel bolts toward the stairs, and I can already tell that she didn’t have a chance to break the news to Zephyr.
I get it.
She’s been through the wringer the last few days, but the longer she puts it off, the more I worry that he won’t react well.
It’s all one big house of cards just waiting to tumble.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Hazel
Very rarely do I consider immortality and heightened healing to be a curse, but at the moment, it kinda feels like one. If I could cleave my uterus out and not have to fear my body would immediately try to heal the lost organ, I would do it.
I’m cranky.
My pelvis and lower back are both on fire.
And I’m weirdly bloated.
The universe sucks.
It’s also bad at planning.
If these cramps don’t settle down soon, I might go on a rampage and devour anyone with a dick who looks at me wrong.
Not to mention its twisted sense of humor.
I was two seconds away from spilling the truth to Zephyr in the shower, but I also bled all over him while I slept, and I feel weirdly vulnerable. I need to be at full strength when we have that conversation so I don’t burst into tears if he doesn’t take it well.
We’re in a nightmare of my making, and I know I have to be the one to fix it. I just haven’t figured out how to do that yet.
In my current condition, siphoning would be preferable, but again…nightmare of my own making, so I leave the bedroom the old-fashioned way. It takes me until I’m at the top of the stairs and pondering what snacks Annex could have gotten me that I frown.
First of all, he knows I don’t need human food to function. I did determine that I can eat small amounts of it without becoming sick, but it’s very sweet that he got me treats, especially knowing I really don’t need them like a human would.
Second of all, he said,“Sorry the universe hates women, but I love you, so I got you goodies.”
Did he mean that in the literal sense? Or was it just a cheeky phrase that he used?
I’m lost in thought about that as I make my way down the stairs. A violent shiver runs down my spine, and goose bumps pebble on my arms. I stop dead in my tracks halfway down the stairwell, and my head tilts.
My demonic sides have been scarce for days, but the reaper fights to surface.
My eyes transform to the void. I’m always able to sense Zephyr’s angelic energy, but it doesn’t set me on edge anymore.
This is different.
Something is wrong.
And it’s bad.
Maybe even catastrophic.
Changing my eyes back, I take off down the stairs as the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I hit the bottom step and launch myself across the entryway and down the hallway.
