Page 32 of Pieces of Halves

Adrian told me to go fuck myself a few times, but at the end of the day, I stay because Rosie loves me. I used to find it amusing how he would melt at Rosie’s every glance. Now that I shake with fear when Izzy cries, I understand. Men like me can kill with ease and be unbothered, but when Izzy is hurt and there is nothing I can do to make it better, it is terrifying.

Izzy is sitting next to Rosie, gazing at her in awe, and my lips curve up. Rosie is a kind soul – she draws people to her. I’m glad Izzy finds comfort in her presence.

Last night invades my mind as I watch Izzy lean in to whisper something to Rosie. The way she reacted to my every touch was beautiful. She moaned, her body jerking and shuddering with every orgasm. At one point, I lost track of time as I tasted every part of her. The way she screamed when she exploded with bliss was magical. Every time, I muffled her voice with my mouth, claiming her pleasure as mine.

My cock twitches and mygroin tightens at the memories. Maybe meeting Clara wasn’t such a terrible thing for Izzy. The fairy is wise and good at what she does, but I worried it would be too much for Izzy. She did good. She let go. That’s a good start.

“I sent for Jona,” Rosie states with a wide smile as she looks around the room, bringing me back to the current problem.

Jona, the Watching Angel, even though not Rosie’s real father, was the one who raised her. He did a good job with it, too. The man loved her like his own. When Adrian took Rosie away, Jona left the village as well. I don’t know what he has been up to these days, but I am sure the Upperworld is coming up with a punishment for him as we speak. They don’t take kindly to angels getting involved with humans. He was only supposed to watch, not raise the daughter of Lucifer.

“Why?” I ask. Not that I mind his help, but it seems a little over the top.

“Because we have an angel that doesn’t know how to use her power.” Adrian glares at me like I’m an idiot.

That is a good idea.

“Oh, Your Majesty. You think of everything. How kind of you,” I respond with a wicked smile on my face.

I love pushing his buttons. Sometimes, I can imagine him itching to stab me or choke me to death with his bare hands. Rosie loves me dearly; he can’t do anything. Even if he were to try and kill me, I am not sure he would win. My power is a rare one.

Adrian’s eyes twitch, and his jaw tightens as he stares at me. The man flares up too easily.Three, two, one –

“You fucking halfling,” he grits through his teeth. “The day will come.”

I laugh in response. Rosie gives me a glare, and so does Izzy.Damn it. I’m the one in trouble.Adrian smirks at me, feeling smug and victorious. Luckily for me, I don’t get angry as easily as him, so I smile sweetly at the girls.

“Jona is a Watching Angel. A very good man.” Rosie turns to Izzy. “He will teach you everything he knows, and he’s been around for a very long time.” Turning from Izzy, she looks at me and Adrian. “Now boys, would you like to spend some time at the training grounds?”

“Rosie, are you suggesting a fight?” I dramatically gasp.

“No. I think the two of you need to work it out. Both are powerful, right? So, it will be a fair fight.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Rosie, that is a wonderful idea.” Adrian smiles with a little too much excitement and kisses her shoulder.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes.

Truth be told, I am thrilled to throw punches with the asshole. Izzy looks at me a little confused, though, worry written in her eyes.

“Don’t worry, they will be just fine. Meanwhile, I can show you my garden.” Rosie’s smile grows, and I laugh.

Growing up, all Rosie did was collect herbs, flowers, and all sorts of plants. The only thing that got her excited was a house on the outskirts of town with a large garden. It looks like she has finally gotten what she dreamed of.

The training grounds are massive with areas equipped for a variety of sparring – spears, swords, knives, and archery. Adrian makes his way to an even field with nothing on it but sand.

Hand combat it is then.

We get a few side glances from practicing soldiers, but no one says anything. By the looks of it, most of his guards are demons. There will be no concerns about using our powers.

Wonderful. My lips curve up lazily.

“Shall we?” Adrian states, and without waiting, elbows me in the ribs so hard, it knocks the air out of my lungs.

Asshole!I double down and cough a bit.

That should be considered cheating, but who’s keeping track of the rules? The pain dissipates, and I straighten out, watching him for an opening. He won’t give me an easy one. I ball my fists and aim for his face with my right hand. As expected, he blocks it, but I use my left to hit him in the kidney. The impact is solid against his body. He grunts and scowls.

I must admit, hitting him feels good.

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