“Well who else are you feeding off of?” I ask, feeling irrationally jealous as he walks. This is a ridiculous response, but I can’t help it.

“Are you jealous?” he asks, lifting me up. My fingers claw in a desperate attempt to keep the world from moving as quickly as it is.

“Ugh, Samael,” I groan. “Spinning rooms are bad.”

“I’m sorry,” he says repentantly, sitting down to pull me onto his lap. There’s a platter of bacon and eggs in front of us, and Phenex walks out of the kitchen with some crispy breakfast potatoes.

Damn, they’re seriously going to spoil me.

“Did I hear someone was jealous about something?” he asks as my cheeks burn.

“Nope,” I say, picking up a piece of bacon to put it in my mouth.

“Liar, liar, no panties on fire,” Samael teases, making me smirk in amusement.

“It’s really dumb,” I mumble, chewing. “You said I was a snack of fear, and then I got really angry and jealous. You can find your meals wherever you want.”

“That’s an interesting take,” Phenex says, plating some breakfast onto his dish. “Samael, I meant to ask. You last fed what, an entire day ago? Are you hungry?”

“Ah, no I’m not,” he says. “Even the small bits of fear I’ve absorbed to keep everyone away from Lorelei haven’t been necessary.”

“What does that mean?” I ask, my eyes pogoing between them as I search for where they’re going with this.

“I think it means that I haven’t needed as much fuel when I feed off you,” he says. “I’ve never heard that to be possible for a fear demon like myself. I keep myself at a stable level until I’m in a place where I’m going to stuff myself with the energy from fear responses. Like a haunted house attraction, a fright night, or I stumble on a murder scene as it’s happening.”

Trying not to focus on the last part, I take another bite of bacon. It’s crispy, salty perfection.

“So you could technically be able to survive on my fear?” I ask.

Fuck, do I even want that? As his violet eyes meet mine, hungry and intense, I find that I do.

“Oh yeah, I think I definitely could,” he rumbles. “Think very carefully about that, because I think your brand of fear may be addictive. It reminds me of light bubbles, and is still so fucking filling. I definitely could survive on a steady diet of your fear and slick, Lorelei.”

Swaying, I lean against him as he holds me tightly.

“Eat, and if you’re still dizzy I think you should take the day off,” he says worriedly.

“I think I’ll be okay,” I rasp. I feel incredibly strange, and Samael scoops up some eggs and potatoes onto the plate in front of us. A plate he specifically put there so he could hold me in his lap.

“I’ll decide that. Open,” he growls, lifting a forkful of potatoes to my lips.

Phenex merely smirks as he drinks his coffee. Noticing where my gaze is as I accept Samael’s offering, his eyes widen.

“Fuck, your coffee! I forgot it in the kitchen. Cream and sugar?” he asks, standing quickly.

I should remind him that my legs aren’t broken and I can get up to get it, but I’m too comfortable where I am. Instead, I nod, watching as his long strides eat up the distance to the kitchen.

“It’s nice to be pampered, isn’t it?” Samael asks, his lips against the shell of my ear. I can feel how smug he is through his words, and I can’t hide my smile as I chew.

“Maybe it is,” I say, once I’ve swallowed. “I’m going to enjoy it.”

“Signing up for an eternity with us is a weird flex, but alright,” he teases, enjoying my startled expression. “We don’t plan to stop taking care of you anytime soon, so you’d better enjoy it.”

Phenex returns with my coffee, and as I take a sip, I find it’s perfect. Moaning, I thank every tiny, creepy little cherub in heaven for this beautiful cup of coffee.

God, I’m so glad they can’t read my mind, or that would be really embarrassing.

Getting ready is one of the most relaxing experiences I’ve ever had. By the time I walk out the door with Phenex and Samael by my side, I am more than ready for the day. They even made sure I was properly covered by the descenting spray after they both kissed me goodbye.