Page 75 of A Spark Of Revenge

Cold winter air rushes inside the moment the door opens. I shiver as Creed yanks me out onto a railed walkway around one of the highest towers of the castle.

“Whoa,” I whisper, moving closer to Creed as he shuts the door behind us and grins. “It's beautiful up here,” I admit, looking over the winter landscape and smiling at the peaceful scenery below.

“It is, isn't it?” Creed whispers, stepping closer to me so our arms brush as he looks down and grins, then waves. Looking over, I see two men walking up the stairs of the castle and get a little dizzy at how freaking high up we are.

“How tall is this castle?”

“One hundred and fifty-three feet at the tallest peak. Why?” Before I can answer, the door behind us bursts open, and Valen steps out onto the rooftop with us.

“Did you two run all the way here? I thought I would catch up in the northern halls,” he chuckles, walking over and patting Creed on the shoulder before stepping close to me, dominating my space, and hooking an arm around my waist. I grin when Valen's pale eyes twinkle with mischief, and he pulls me close, kissing me breathless and making me melt into his chest.

I pull back when Creed clears his throat, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment when I realize I just kissed Valen in front of Creed. But when I glance up at the curly, dark-haired Demon, he’s quirking a brow at Valen and rolling his eyes before looking back down at the men below.

“Have I missed it?” Valen asks, and Creed snorts.

“Do you see fifty big, smelly Russians down there?” I cough to cover my laugh as Valen scowls at Creed, who grins back.

“Russians?” I ask in amusement, then look down and gasp when I see the two men who were previously standing on the steps scaling up the castle walls! “What the hell are they doing? They don't have climbing gear on,” I rasp as I lean further over the metal guard rails. Valen's arms immediately hold on to my hips, but he doesn't pull me back, letting me watch as Razar and their older brother climb up the wall.

They're moving fast, and I’m pretty sure I see Razar duck when his brother purposely kicks out at his knee. I gasp, and Creed chuckles in amusement when Razar leaps up and kicks his brother in the chest. The hit makes him lose hold of the wall and slide down several feet, lodging my heart in my throat.

“What the actual fuck are they doing?” I gasp as Creed laughs harder, holding his hand out before nodding at the men scaling the wall.

“Fifty on Raz,” he mutters, and Valen grins, slapping his hand in Creed’s for a moment and shaking it before moving it back to my hips.

“Deal. Jesthren is only playing with Razar. He’s about to leave him in the dust.” And almost like Valen can predict the future, Jesthren suddenly starts racing up the wall, passing Razar and making it to us at least thirty seconds before Razar does. He swings his big leg over the railing, making the three of us already up here step back to give him more room, then grins down at Razar and holds out a hand. To my surprise, Razar takes it willingly and without a scowl on his face and lets Jesthren help him over the railing.

“Dammit!” Creed curses, gazing at Valen, who smirks victoriously.

“What am I missing?” Jesthren asks, his charming smile moving from Razar to Creed, then to Valen before settling on me. He nods in greeting but stays where he’s at as Razar stalks over to me, shocking the hell out of me when his cold, long fingers grab my chin and tilt my face up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes move over my cheek that the Wraiths injured, the one Nox healed the moment he saw me. Razar frowns, narrowing his eyes, then grunts and nods before letting my chin go and stepping back from me.

“Creed bet Razar would win,” Valen fills in his brother, making Jesthren laugh and shake his head in amusement.

“Not yet. He’s getting good, though. I’ll have to watch myself as you four get older and stronger,” he teases, and I frown, looking from Jesthren to the other guys. Sure, he looks a little older, but not by much.

“How old are you?” I ask before I think, then slap my hand over my mouth. Shit. I haven't even been properly introduced to the oldest Demon Prince, and I just asked a rather personal question. Thankfully, Jesthren smiles, not in the least put off by my question.

“On the winter moon, I’ll reach ninety-six demonic moon cycles, which is about one hundred and forty-four earth rotations around the sun,” he responds, and my eyes bulge out of my sockets.

“You’re one hundred and forty-four years old?” I whisper in awe, and Jesthren laughs.

“Yes, and still considered young for a Demon,” he says with a wink.

“Wait, so how old are you?” I ask, looking at Valen and side-eyeing Creed and Razar. Valen shuffles on his feet and looks at Creed, who shrugs and nods.

“I’m sixty-eight moon cycles,” he responds, and I frown and look at Creed, who mouths, ‘one hundred and two’ in my direction. My lips part, but no sounds come out. “Mi Sol?” he whispers, reaching out to hold my hand as I stare at him in surprise.

“You’re older than my gramps. Oh, my God! I had sex with an old man!” I rasp out in realization. Creed doubles over and roars with laughter when Valen looks at me in shock and mild disgust.

“I’m not an old man, Meyer,” he chides and sighs, looking at Creed, who is now wiping his eyes from laughing so hard. “A Demon’s life expectancy is much longer than a human's. I’m still considered a young man.”

“Hell, Lenny is still considered an adolescent,” Jesthren says with a chuckle, making Razar’s lips twitch up on one side. I glare at him suspiciously; something weird is going on with him. He’s not acting as murderous as usual.

“He is not,” Valen chides, rolling his eyes at Jesthren as Creed tries to rein in his laughter. “Besides, Nox is the crown prince. His magic develops faster than normal Demons. He’s practically on your level already,” Valen adds, making Jesthren huff and nod in annoyance.

“If Nox is an adolescent... what does that make me?” I wonder out loud.

“An infant,” Razar replies coolly, making Creed chuckle when I flip him the bird in response. “That didn't help you appear as less of an infant,” he points out and my cheeks heat.

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