Page 39 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

“Shit,” Raiden whispers, his eyes wide and still leaning against the door.

It suddenly opens, and Raiden falls backward before he can catch himself. He ends up staring up at Neith upside down. It looks so comical that I can’t help but chuckle which bringsNeith’s raised eyebrow gaze to me. Fortunately, she doesn’t look pissed and looks more amused than anything else.

Neith

Ihear a bang outside the door, and look up from my finished report. I was just giving it one last read through to make sure that it made sense and that I hadn’t forgotten anything important that had happened. It was strange to me to write a report without having to twist the truth and leave things out, especially if a supernatural was involved or my freaky self had done something that would make them even more convinced that I was a supernatural.

Of course, I still didn’t put the fact that I died in this report, something tells me that there shouldn’t be an official written down record of that anywhere. Computer systems can get hacked, and files can be stolen. I am already wanted, or I would be if the people who killed me realized that I was still alive. They don’t know that though and we need to keep it that way because there is no way that a normal human could survive being blown up with a bazooka. Several people checked to see if I were alive or not anyway because they believed me to be a supernatural, and I guess were hoping that blowing me up would prove that I was. Although that doesn’t really make sense, why would you blow someone up to prove that they were a supernatural? I will add that to the list of questions that we need to find out when we go after HID. My point is they all know that I am very, very dead.

Hopefully, I’m not going to have to remain ‘dead’ for long, but that all depends on how quickly we can sort through the leak at HID.

A quiet curse outside the door reminds me what I was doing, and I push away from my desk and walk over to it, pulling it open and trying not to laugh as Raiden falls backward and stares up at me looking shocked and a little scared. A snicker has me leaning out of the door slightly and looking at River. Both of them have their covers with them and it looks like they were getting ready to sleep outside of my door.

I cross my arms over my chest, “Why are you two doing out here?”

They look at each other and then come to some sort of decision.

“You died,” Raiden says softly as he rights himself but stays sitting on the floor, looking up at me. “I tried to find your spirit and I couldn’t find it, Neith. I don’t think I have ever panicked that much.”

“I needed to be close in case something happened again,” River says quietly, he glances away, looking slightly embarrassed as he adds, “I kept seeing it.”

I melt. There is no other word for it, these guys were so affected by what happened to me that they were willing to sleep outside of my door just to make sure I was okay.

That’s fucking adorable and makes my heart skip a beat.

It also makes my following words an easy offer.

Smiling softly, I open my door wider, “Do you really want to sleep out here?”

The guys share a look, and then both jump up with big grins on their faces.

“Hey, you’re wearing my shirt,” River says, a note of surprise in his voice.

I smile, “Of course I am.” Climbing on the bed with a yawn, and snuggling under the covers, they both start to lay their covers on the floor, making up beds and in my sleepy state I make a decision that I wouldn’t have offered if I were completely awake, although I know I’m not going to regret it. “You can get in the bed, we’re adults and the floor isn’t comfy.”

Silence reigns in the room and my eyes feel heavy, just as sleep begins to claim me, the bed dips on either side of me and I smile, thank goodness I didn’t have Betty in bed, that would have been difficult to explain, although maybe not because by now they should be used to me and Betty.

Sleep quickly settles over me as I relax, feeling far more comfortable with the two men in my bed than maybe I should be.

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I become aware of voices in my room, but I’m too comfortable to do anything about it. My head is on someone’s chest, their heartbeat steady beneath my ear, and someone else is wrapped around me from behind. We are all cuddled up close and I don’t think I have ever been this comfortable in my life.

“What the hell?” Ransom mutters quietly, sounding amused.

“I couldn’t find River and Raiden, and I got worried since they took the events of the clearing pretty hard. Neith’s door was open, and when I went to close it for her, I heard a familiar snore, got curious, and found this,” Doc says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Lucky fuckers,” Ransom grumbles, making me smile. “We should probably wake them up.”

River’s voice rumbles from underneath my ear, “Go away, sleeping. Comfy.”

I giggle, and Raiden’s arm tightens around me from behind.

“Shh Neith, we’re sleeping,” he mumbles, amusement in his voice.

“I have pastries and coffee,” Doc tempts.

I launch myself from my warm cocoon and end up standing at the end of my bed with my eyes still closed, “I’m up.”

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