“I have yet to explore this place, so could you please tell me where I can find the kitchen?” On cue, my belly lets out a growl.
“Main floor, behind the staircase to the left, far back.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving her a wave goodbye before taking off down the stairs again. When I get to the bottom, I follow her instructions and come to the only door back there, I freeze, hearing voices coming from behind it.
“You gotta admit, she’s fucking hot.” A voice I recognize as Luke’s says with a chuckle.
“You should hear her when she cums,” Noah says. My eyes widen, and my cheeks heat as I remember last night.
“What the fuck does that mean?” A voice I don’t recognize but am assuming is Isaac’s, growls. My skin prickles as flashes of his sweaty skin, rippling muscles, and thick cock flash through my mind.
“Oh relax, I didn’t touch her. I’m not you. I don’t fuck chicks I’ve only spoken a few words to,” Noah spits, his tone coming off annoyed. “I had to take a piss, and you two assholes were in the only bathrooms. I happened to walk in while she was... taking care of herself.”
“I bet she was.” Isaac’s cocky tone irritates me. “After the eyeful she got, I’m not surprised.”
“I still can’t believe she walked in on you with that Dark Night whore,” Luke says.
“Well, the bitch shouldn’t have been wandering around a house that isn’t hers. Not even here twenty-four hours and she’s already acting like she owns the place,” Isaac scoffs.
What a fucking asshole.I donotthink I own the place. If someone offered to give me a tour, then I wouldn’t have to waste my time trying to find things myself. And why is he so hostile about me being here when he doesn’t even know me? It’s not like this place isn’t massive. We can avoid each other just fine if need be.
My stomach rumbles again, reminding me why I’m standing here in the first place. Pushing open the door, three sets of eyes immediately focus on me.
“Hi.” I give them a forced, quick smile as I grab the scrunchie from my wrist, gathering my hair up and putting it into a messy bun.
Isaac stares at me with pure venom, and I already know he and I won't be having a brother-sister type bond. Noah watches me with a bored look as Luke glares at me like I’m prey, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
They say nothing, the silence making me want to get my food and get the hell out of there.
“Alright then,” I say, rolling my eyes, turning away from them and opening the fridge. A groan sounds from behind me as I bend over, followed by a slap and a curse. I smirk as I reach for an apple on the bottom shelf, knowing Luke was checking out my ass and liking what he sees.
I can’t deny that these guys are attractive. And I might not know anything about them at this point, but I can tell these three hold power. Maybe it's because of who their dads are, or maybe, they made a name for themselves. But whatever the reason, the energy they give off oozes power. Angelic Academy is going to be very interesting.
Closing the door to the fridge, I turn around to face them again. They are still watching me. No one’s moved from their spot at the kitchen island. Taking a bite of the cold apple, I flick my tongue out to collect the drop of juice from the corner of my mouth. While chewing, I notice the heated look in all of their eyes as they watch me eat.
“We haven’t formally met, but I’m Abby,” I say, not offering a hand in greeting, knowing I’d just be turned down.
“We know,” Isaac sneers. “Just because you're staying here now, don’t think this is your home. You might be Veronica’s daughter, but you're nothing to us. You're just the Devil’s spawn, so remember your place,” Isaac spits, getting up from his stool and leaving the kitchen. Noah follows, not bothering to give me a second look.
“Later, Spawny.” Luke winks before following after his buddies, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Scratch that, this school isn’t going to be interesting, it’s gonna be a fucking nightmare.
SWEAT POURS DOWN MYface, my hair is a hot mess, and my heart pounds against my rib cage like it wants to leave the confines of my body. But I couldn't care less.
After I left the kitchen, I went up to my room and downloaded a ton of music on my new Apple Watch, a gift from dear old mom, then left for my run. The house is at the end of the drive, so I just followed the road and kept going straight. I love that we're close to the beach because the view is stunning. I plan on taking some early morning runs down there, cooling off in the water, sometime. Although, today, I wanted to see where my legs could take me.
Rounding the corner, my feet falter as I feel a sudden shift in the air. Looking ahead of me, I can tell I’m not on the prim and proper side of this island anymore. The sun is still shining bright and warm, but as I look across the graveyard dividing the two sides, I can easily see some run down houses.
My eyes roam over the iron fence, stopping at the entrance. The archway sign saysDark Night Cemetery. Dark Night, that must be where the girl from last night is from. Guess they’re not afraid to sample from the darker side.
Stepping foot through the archway, I’m hit with a wave of calm. Smiling, I slowly walk, reading each gravestone as I go.
My eyes catch on something ahead of me. In the middle of the graveyard is a stunning stone gazebo. As I step closer, I see it’s covered in beautiful green vines with bright, vibrant flowers.
My eyes widen as I take in the beauty, my fingertips lightly trailing the petals. I lean in to inhale a delicious smell. I’m not sure what kind of flowers these are, but they look so out of place here.
Taking a seat on the bench inside the gazebo, I rest my feet and take a drink from my water bottle. I think I just found my new favorite place.
I’m not sure how long I stay, but by the time the thought crosses my mind, the sun is starting to go down, and I find myself starving.
I jog back to the house, and when I get inside there’s no sign of the boys. Good, because they might be nice to look at, but they are clearly not fans of mine. Maybe it's because I’m invading their home, or maybe, it's because of who my dad is. Doesn't matter because I’m here to stay for the next three years. No way in Hell, I’m gonna let some preppy, pure blood, rich boys ruin my only chance of getting out of Hell before I’m stuck spending the rest of eternity down there.
I want to take Leo up on his offer, make him my mate officially. I love him so much it hurts sometimes. But do I really want to chain him to a life in Hell with me? I’d be taking his options away. Incubi are one of the few demons who are allowed to roam the different realms as long as they behave themselves. They blend in, and have control of their powers if they practice. He could travel the worlds, instead of being stuck in the fiery pits of Hell.
As much as I tell myself I’m not ready to be bonded, to be with my mate because I’m only eighteen, I don’t think that’s the real reason. I’d feel guilty for holding him back. Would I be enough to keep him happy? Would he wake up one morning with the need to be what he was born to do? Would he resent me for caging him to a place he's told me, on many occasions, he hates just as much as me? I don’t have an out, but he does. Can I take that away from him?
Fuck, I miss him. I may not be much of a people person but he’s my person. The person I look forward to seeing every day. How do I wake up every morning knowing I’m not going to see his goofy smile? The one that makes my heart skip a beat and my belly swarm with butterflies.
My depressed thoughts dampen the happy mood I was in for most of the day. Getting something to eat, I take it upstairs to my room. After I shower, I eat and fall asleep, watching a movie on my laptop.
One step at a time. First step: survive the summer with these three assholes.