Page 61 of A Spark Of Revenge

“He can read emotions. Creed said something about only letting the Hunters out of the holding cells who aren't about to slice our throats. So if he suspects someone may be a threat, he probably has Razar watching them,” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I glance down the table where Nox is sitting next to Elaine, Victor, and Monroe. Theo's brows draw together as he nods.

“I knew he could tell if people were lying. There have been a few Hunters with that ability, but I didn't realize he could sense all emotions. That's kinda badass!”

“Nox isn't a Hunter, he’s a Demon. It makes sense that he has more abilities than one of us,” Jordan remarks, following my gaze as he stares at Nox. “Do you think all Demons are as attractive as the ones here?” Jordan muses. I giggle as Theo's expression suddenly darkens, his eyes flicking from Jordan, who is clearly checking out Nox, to the Demon in question before he huffs and stands from the table.

“I need to go find Mom and help her with some stuff. Catch you guys later,” he grumbles under his breath as he clears his area and leaves the table, glaring at Nox when he passes behind him. Jordan and I watch him as he goes, and once he leaves, I giggle again, looking at Jordan in excitement.

“Theo was SO jealous! Did you see that?!” Jordan smirks a little and ducks his head, rolling his lips together before looking back up at me.

“He was, wasn't he?” he whispers, the pure joy in his expression impossible to miss.

“So… How did it go the other day?” I ask, my curiosity impossible to stifle. I’ve been dying to ask Jordan what happened after Theo chased after him, but he’s been a little withdrawn, and then everything happened with Lennox's dream, and I haven't had a moment alone with him since. Jordan's smile dims a little, and he sighs, letting his head fall into his hands as he shrugs his shoulders.

“It was… good. More than good,” he admits, looking at me from the side of his eyes. “Theo kissed me,” he whispers, and my heart stops in my chest as I squeak in surprise and bounce in my seat.

“No fucking way! Really?! Was it good?” I ramble, screaming a little when Jordan's cheeks blush bright red, and he nods.

“So good!” he groans, then lets his head fall to the table with a THUMP. “But then I remember everything that happened and… I get hung up. Meyer, Elaine is practically my mom! I literally trust her more than anyone in this world, and Theo… Well, I thought I trusted him, and he trusted me. I would have bet my life on that knowledge!” Jordan shrugs again and releases a shuddering sigh. “So I guess I’m just upset that I wasn't good enough for them to trust. That they thought they had to keep that from me and it hurts so much. I don’t know if I can get over it,” he grumbles into the table as I rub his back, resting my head on his shoulders as I let him vent his frustrations.

“Have you talked to Elaine about how you’re feeling yet?” I ask softly, and Jordan shakes his head.

“No. I know I’ll end up forgiving her. I love her too much not to, and I’m not done being angry yet,” he admits, and I nod.

“You need to do it on your own time. Don’t feel guilt over that,” I whisper, then shiver when the feeling of someone watching me makes the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I glance around the large room, keeping my head on Jordan's shoulder, as I look around, then find Lennox glaring at me, his angry eyes moving from Jordan to me, then back as Monroe talks to him.

I roll my eyes and flip him the bird, but sit up, removing myself from Jordan for his own personal safety. I’m still not sure what happened between Nox and me last night, but I know I don't want Jordan getting in the middle of our fights.

“Yeah, I know I’ll figure it out. I just need a little more time and some distractions,” Jordan says, sitting up when I move and giving me a soft smile as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I mentally cringe, hoping that Nox isn't still watching as I give Jordan a side hug.

“No better distraction than a civil war between Umbra Hunters,” I point out, and Jordan scoffs a laugh and then nods.

“Yeah. I’m worried things are about to get ugly. There's that heavy feeling in the air, you know?” he mutters as I nod. “Anyway…” Jordan waves a hand through the air and stands, grabbing his tray and waiting as I finish shoveling the rest of my food into my mouth. “You were late for breakfast this morning,” he points out as I stand up.

“Yeah. I was looking for Milo. I saw him last night, but he was hiding somewhere in Creed's room before I left. His food bowl was untouched, and I wanted to make sure he was doing okay,” I mutter, as concern for my little furry baby grows.

“Oh, I saw Razar leaving Creed's room with him this morning. Maybe check with him,” Jordan suggests, making my blood run cold as I snap my head in his direction.

“Razar?” I ask in a cold voice, making Jordan frown.

“Yes?” he says slowly, his answer pitched like a question.

“Had Milo… my Milo. Orange cat,” I add for emphasis.

“Uh… Yeah. Is that bad?” Jordan asks, taking my trembling tray out of my hands as I glare at the door to the cafeteria.

“I’m going to kill him,” I grind out, letting Jordan take my dishes as I turn and stalk from the cafeteria without a further word. “Stupid cat-napping monster is going to get his balls kicked so damn hard, his ancestors will feel it!” I stomp through the pristine halls of the castle, running upstairs and rushing into the barracks, slamming the enormous door shut, making the three Rangers hanging out on the couches jump in surprise. I nod at them but don't spare them any more attention as I barrel up the stairs, anger brimming and about to explode, as I burst into Razar's room, ready to take my cat back…. Then freeze, all my ambition and anger disappearing to shock and…

“Wh-why are you naked?!” I scream, slapping my hand over my eyes in mortification as Razar stands butt-ass naked in front of me.

Wait… did I actually see that correctly?

Spreading my fingers, I peek through them, my mouth falling open in appreciation as Razar rubs a towel through his long, wet black hair, a scowl in place as he glowers at my sudden appearance. I want to look away, but fuck! The man looks like he was carved from stone by the gods! He’s not as bulky as his brothers, but the muscle he has is well-defined. I’m pretty sure his abs have abs! Being a Beastia must take a lot of work because Razar is ripped!

My eyes falls on the bead of water that travels over Razar's chest, then slides down each divot of his abs, and I suddenly have the impulse to lean forward and lick it off him. The farther down I look, the wider my eyes get, and when I finally glance at what he’s packing between his legs, my thighs immediately clamp together in fear.

Yeah. No. That’s not natural! Why is it so damn big?!

Razar grunts at me, his dark eyes cold and assessing as he lowers his towel from his damp hair and lifts an unimpressed brow at me, seemingly unbothered by his nudity. “Are you done?” he finally growls when I stand there staring at him between my fingers like a creeper. I startle from my dick induced trance and spin on my heel to look at the wall and try to get my brain to function again.

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