Page 50 of Found In Destruction

“Maybe you will…maybe you can be inside her while I’m inside you. Or she can take turns with us, then I’ll finish inside you…” I whispered in his ear.

“I don’t want to wait for her to get out of the shower, let's go get her.” Az always had so much control over himself, and I relished the rare times I got him hot and riled up like this.

He hopped off my lap, and we made our way to the bathroom. The water wasn’t running, and the door was wide open. Az opened the curtain, and the shower was wet, and I noticed the towels on the rack were wet.

“I don’t feel her magic in the barrack. Where did she go?” I asked him. He could probably use his soulbond to find her.

He shut his eyes, and his light, airy magic swirled through the air. “Hmmm, she went to the cabin Lucifer kept her mom in. Her emotions are more stable than they were before she left, but she still feels anxious.”

“She was supposed to stay here,” I said, trying and failing to keep the exasperation out of my tone. “She doesn’t listen for her own good and one day she’s going to get hurt.”

“I know. She shouldn’t have gone there, and I don’t like how she left without a word. These are dangerous times, and we need to be considerate toward each other. We can talk to her after I bring her home. Give me a few minutes.” He rubbed soothing circles into my chest, and it took some of the sting out of what she did.

He faded to her, and I sat on the couch, thinking over what he said. A few months ago, Red would have never been brazen or foolish enough to attack the Costa Coven compound. Now he’s done it three times, has a mole on the inside of the coven, and he’s making reckless moves. This wasn’t the time to make impulsive decisions.

After five or six minutes, Az came back with a sulking, moody Diana. She must not have enjoyed getting caught, huffing likea fucking teenager as she walked straight to her room without saying a word to me. The door slammed behind her, and I was sick and tired of whateverhonest tryAz commenced me for. She went too fucking far.

“She’s going to regret being such a fucking brat!” I snapped, shooting up from the couch.

“Desmond, hold on a minute. If you storm in there upset you’ll both blow up and be right back where you started,” Az said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You both need time to cool off.”

“She needs time to cool off? She’s clearly wrong!” My shadows shot out of my ears and hands, curving around him as they made their way to Diana’s room. I felt anxiety seeping from the room, just as thick and cloying as it had been while she was on the treadmill.

“Lucifer knows his daughter too well and erected a barrier she couldn’t get through. She couldn’t see or hear anything or feel anyone’s magic. Total black out,” Az explained. “I messaged Michael for an update, and all he said was that Marilyn is alive. That’s unusually short for him.”

I sighed. Diana’s worst fears were probably running rampant in her thoughts. It didn’t excuse her behavior, but it did impact the way I wanted to handle this.

“Give her an hour. Then we can talk to her together?” he suggested.

“Okay. In the meantime, can we at least start the movie. I actually want to see how humans visualize magical people, especially in New Orleans. That place is spooky.” I sat back down on the couch, and Az sat next to me, cuddling up under my arm like he had earlier.

“Remember when you, me, and Bash went, before the Louisiana purchase, and he lost that poker game?”

“Oh fuck, yeah! He terrorized that poor guy’s dreams for days afterward.” I busted a gut laughing, because back then, that was a very Bash thing to do. Still sorta was…

We barely watched the move as we reminisced about old times, back before a little witch-angel hybrid pulled us all around by the nose.

Diana’s doorwasn’t locked or warded, so we let ourselves in. She was asleep on her stomach, her head buried in her pillow and her hands folded under her chin, appearing almost angelic. Unfortunately for her, I knew she wasn’t a little angel. She was my Hell on earth, chaos in the flesh. And a brat who needed me to discipline her and remind her who she knelt for.

Diana…wake up,I linked her, trying my best to gently wake her. The more relaxed she was, the easier this would be for her.

Wake up, dollface.She stirred, and within a couple minutes cracked an eye open, frowning when she saw us. Shwe rolled over, away from us, onto her side, and I faded so I was face to face with her laying on my opposite side.

“You’re not getting out of this. Explain your thought process to me. Why would you do something so impulsively stupid when you’re so smart?” I rolled on top of her before she could roll away from me again, pinning her down with some of my body weight, balancing the rest on my forearms. Az sat on the side of the bed watching us intently.

“I don’t have to explain myself.” She glared at me, so hard that I felt it all the way to my hardening cock. I loved it when she got angry.

“I think you should, Angel. We both want to know why you left without saying a word in the middle of a war. We were worried about you when we realized you left the barrack.”

She glanced away, squirming under me. Even my partial body weight was heavy for her to take, but she was still breathing, and I wasn’t moving until she explained herself.

“I got sick of waiting around, and wanted to see her. Zaz is right–I’m a big, bad Morningstar and no one tells me what to do, even Lucifer himself. He can’t tell me to stay away from my own mother.”

How does that bus feel driving over your back?I linked Az.

Ouch, not good, Des.

“So you took Az’s words out of context, and used them as an excuse to make reckless decisions that could have gotten you hurt?” I clarified.

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