Page 2 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

At least, I should for now.

So you see, I can’t be mad at them for keeping things from me because I am keeping things from them, and I’m going to continue to do so.

Reed is still yelling at me, and it's starting to piss me off now. I mean, where is the gratitude? Also, the guys are clearly uncomfortable being smooshed to the floor with Reed’s power, and that’s just not fair.

Pushing up to stand, I notice that the worry in the eyes of the guys on the floor increases; I decide to wink at them. I don’t know why, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t help, if anything it makes it worse, but hey, I tried. Taking another bite of my pizza, I refocus on a still-ranting Reed, who is so into his argument that he hasn’t even realized that I have stood up.

“Oi!” I yell, and he grinds to a halt, his eyes widening with disbelief as he sees me standing. He takes a step toward me, but before he can utter a single word, I let it rip. “A couple of things, one, I do not regret saving you, and I will put myself between you and danger every single fucking time,” I tell him firmly, and I will admit loudly, as my pizza smacks him in the chest, when he got that close I have no fucking idea, “two, I will do the same for all of you and there is fuck all you can do about it and three, I did fucking die Reed, so maybe some gratitude? A thank you? Or better yet, more fucking pizza!”

He is literally towering over me, we are now close enough that our chests are touching, I no longer have my pizza in my hand, and I am one hundred percent certain that it is squashed between the two of us.

Whoops.

His wings have opened and arch behind him, threatening to distract me. They really are breathtaking. Even up close, I still can’t make out the patterns on them, it’s really strange. I know they are there, but I couldn’t tell you what the pattern looks like, whether it’s words or pictures or abstract, the only thing I can say for certain is that there is some kind of pattern on them.

Reed’s eyes are blazing, and he slowly lifts his hand, gently cupping my cheek.

“You really aren’t scared of me, are you?” he asks, his voice considerably quieter than it was and a direct contrast to the blazing fire in his eyes.

I shrug, which probably looks weird since we are so close; I have definitely squashed the pizza even more and most likely rubbed it in and made an even bigger mess by shrugging, but it’s not like I can take it back now.

I am also trying to ignore the fact that my heart is trying to pound out of my chest from the feel of his giant palm gently cupping my cheek. That shit is fucking magic, and I swear it’s sending small zaps of awareness to my needy vagina, and he is only touching my cheek. Not even my ass cheek.

Remembering that he asked me a question, I reply, “Why would I be?”

His lips tilt up ever so slightly before they fall, and he adds, “I’m terrified of you.”

I feel like there is more to that statement than the surface reason because he can’t actually be scared of me and my yelling.

I don’t think I can handle the real meaning behind it right now, so instead, I say, “You should really let your friends up off the floor.”

His eyes widen slightly as he glances over my shoulder. His power snaps back to him as he returns to normal, his wings disappearing, and I am still none the wiser about whether it is a glamour, or if he shifts.

My eyebrows pull down into a frown. The lightness that he had around him has gone completely, and I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be to conceal and control such a big part of you. I don’t understand why he couldn’t just pull his power back only a small amount, enough to let the guys get up. I also don’t know why it affects them so much and not me. I can feel his power; I know how strong it is. He is by far the strongest here, but I am unaffected. I think that whatever kind of supe I am, which I still haven’t processed, by the way, is super weak. I try not to snort at my internal joke and then roll my eyes because am I seriously joking right now? Yes, I am because I’m fuckinghilarious and because if I don’t, I might break down or actually have to deal with the revelations from earlier and then break down.

Fuck, a lot has happened in such a short amount of time.

Anyway, I think that my supernatural side is weak, so it’s not affected by Reed; it’s the only explanation that I can come up with. I am glad that I’m not effected by it though because it means that Reed gets to relax a little bit around me, and I like to think that helps him feel less different.

Of course, I could just be seeing things that don’t exist and that my exhausted and just back from the Darkness brain has decided to latch on to because it doesn’t want to focus on anything else.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry, guys,” Reed apologizes immediately and casts his eyes downward for a moment, but not before I see the guilt thrumming through them.

“Not your fault. I think you pretty much summed up what we were all thinking,” Van says, staring at me.

I chose to ignore that because I can and I realize that I am still pressed against Reed, and I’m finding myself liking it just a bit too much. Before I have to have a word with my vagina and remind her that we literally just died, so our performance wouldn’t be on top form, I start to move backward. Rolling my eyes at myself when I realize that is obviously not the most important problem with me being so comfortably pressed against Reed.

Note to self: Don’t fuck your team members.

Pausing in my backward movement, I glance at his wings again and tilt my head to the side, “I wonder if he can fly and fuck at the same time?”

My eyes widen as someone chokes, and Reed’s eyes flame and I mean literal fucking flames. I have no idea whether that is a good thing or not.

“Fucking hell,” Raiden mutters, “even just back from the dead, she is fucking lethal.”

“Ah shit,” I mutter. That was one of those things that I shouldn’t have said out loud. Finally, moving away from a statue still Reed, I wince as I realize the pizza I was eating is squashed to the front of his chest and smeared from my earlier shrug. “I’m sorry about the pizza stain; that’s probably not going to come out.”

“I’m fairly certain that isn’t even close to being on his radar right now,” Doc points out, sounding amused. However, I also detect a thrum of tension in his voice.

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