Page 31 of A Spark Of Revenge

“You think she will open the door to him?” I ask in confusion.

“Without a doubt,” Creed whispers back, eyes locked on the Ranger, who nods at Razar, standing tall and earning a little respect from me as he stares down my feral brother. Few men can look Razar in the eye without wilting, and this boy is holding his own rather well.

“Who am I talking to exactly?” Jordan asks as Valen steps closer, eyeing the boy with interest.

“I expected him to be older. I’m not sure I’m okay with this friendship. Though I doubt Mi Sol will care about what I think,” he murmurs to himself, and I look at Creed, concern washing through me. Valen seems lost in his own world, talking to himself rather than the people in the room. Creed nods like he, too, has picked up on Valen's odd behavior, and I make a mental note to tell Father and Mother about it. I’m unsure what Valen was subjected to over the last four years in captivity, but I can already tell it has left its mark on him.

He seems so lost…

“What?” Jordan asks in confusion.

“This is the Jordan that Meyer was talking about, yes?” Valen asks, making Jordan and Elaine’s son tense in an instant.

“Meyer?” Ranger Drakos whispers, looking at Valen, and then the door Jordan is pressed against.

“Meyer’s in there? What the fuck?! Lead with that next time!” Jordan snarls, elbowing Razar hard enough so he finally releases the boy's neck as he starts pounding on the door.

“Go away! I already told you I would castrate the next man who tries to come into this room!” I hear my Little Demon growl from inside the room. Her words are muffled like she's in bed or maybe in the bath, and I have to stifle the smile her anger brings to my lips.

Elaine’s son’s shoulders sag in relief when he hears Meyer as he rushes the door, banging on it with Jordan. “Angry Girl?” Ranger Drakos yells, slamming his fists against the wood door with a force I didn't know he possessed.

“Meyer! Meyer, open the door!” Jordan shouts alongside him. There is a brief moment between the shouting, and I hear the small patter of tiny feet before the door is wrenched open, exposing my Little Demon. Her blonde hair doesn't appear as ruffled, and it looks like she's changed out of her dirty clothes and is wearing a baggy shirt that reaches down to her knees. Creed’s eyes practically bug out of his head when he sees his shirt on my girl, and I shoulder-check him out of the way as the two Rangers launch themselves at Meyer.

“Jordan! Theo!” Meyer screams, and I rush forward as the force of the two idiots' weight takes them all off their feet, and they crash into Creed's room. A growl rumbles from my chest as I sidestep Elaine, who sighs with a happy smile, but Valen beats me to them, snagging Theo and Jordan by the backs of their shirts and tossing them off her like they are small toys.

“Hey!” both boys shout simultaneously as Meyer laughs and sits up, grinning at the two Rangers.

“It's okay, Valen,” she whispers, glancing up at my brother with a softness that I’ve never seen, making me grit my teeth in annoyance.

“Get the fuck out of this room. NOW!” I grind out, glaring at the two young boys, watching as their happy faces fall into annoyance.

“Nox, get out! All of you but these two, out!” Meyer shouts, crawling to her feet while shoving at Valen's chest. Valen wraps an arm around her, his hand moving to the side of her neck where his fingers linger for a moment, and then he nods.

“Of course, Mi Sol,” he whispers, kissing the crown of her head, his lips barely pressing there, so I doubt Meyer even notices what he’s doing.

What the ever-loving fuck is going on right now?

“Theo can leave too,” Jordan snaps, standing with a huff and brushing off his clothes as he strides over to where Meyer stands in Valen's arms.

“No!” Theo shouts back, his shoulders drooping as he stands and rushes over to Meyer and Jordan. “Please, just let me explain!” Theo reaches out to take Meyer from Valen's grip, but his hand freezes mid-air when Valen's eyes flick up fast, locking on the Ranger's fingers and darkening in an instant. Luckily, the boy isn't stupid, and he lets his hand drop, eyeing my brother cautiously before looking back at Meyer, who surprisingly doesn't look that mad.

Huh, it looks like Creed was right. My Little Demon needed her friends, and suddenly, she's a much calmer individual.

“No!” Jordan shouts, shoving Theo in the chest and making him stumble back a few steps. “Get your lying ass out of here.”

“Jordan!” Theo splutters, face reddening in anger as Jordan keeps advancing on him, shoving him a second, then a third time.

“Out!”

“Jordan?” Meyer starts pushing herself from Valen's arms, making him glower in response as he reluctantly lets her go.

“No! He lied! He was helping those Demons—” he stops shoving Theo long enough to point at us, and Creed chuckles in amusement when Meyer rolls her eyes— “the whole damn time and kept it from us! How the hell are we supposed to forgive that? To ever trust his lying ass again?”

“I didn't know until the night before!” Theo shouts, stepping forward, planting his hands on Jordan's chest, and shoving him back. Jordan's head whips away from Meyer in Theo's direction, and then he's flying through the air, tackling Theo and sending them to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“Wait! Stop!” Meyer screams at them, running over to grab Jordan and yank him from Theo, but only managing to trip over their kicking legs and fall on top of them. “That's it! Now I’m kicking both your asses!” she yells, grabbing Jordan around the neck with her small arms and winding her legs around Theo’s.

“How the hell did we end up here?” Creed muses as he pokes his head around the door frame, glowering into the room, his eyes darting around the small area, looking for something. When Theo's arms wrap around Meyer's middle, I step forward, not liking his hands on her, but Elaine steps in my path and gently pushes me and Valen from the room.

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