Page 119 of Guarded
Down in Hell, it hadn’t been an issue. Fuck, even walking around London it wasn’t an issue. Humans sinned as often as they breathed, if not in their deeds then in their thoughts.
But Quill had been refusing to leave the house for months now…
“Micah and I had sex on the roof, but that was probably several weeks ago,” Nox admitted. “With the conference and everything, we haven’t had a chance to…”
“It’s fine,” I said, squeezing his shoulder. “This isn’t all on you, Nox. It’s not like I’ve been bringing my one-night stands here anymore either.”
Contrary to ignorant beliefs, homosexuality wasn’t a sin. Lust, however, was. Made fuck all sense to me, if I was being honest. But us bringing people to the house to sleep with was an easy way to expose Quill to sin without him needing to go anywhere or do anything.
I wondered if Noah would be down to fool around in myroom here? Lust from an angel was like getting a superhit of sin, which was one of the reasons Micah and Nox fucked on the roof so often.
The other was because it apparently held‘special memories.’I tried not to think about that too much.
Noah wouldn’t think it was weird if we were helping my friend, right?
Regardless, that wasn’t something we could do right now, and it was a temporary solution for an ongoing problem.
“I could be doing more too.” Darius sighed. “I’ve not been around nearly as much.”
“Me neither,” Dahlia said softly.
I wondered for a moment where exactly they’d both been. Neither of them had been forthcoming on their whereabouts, and they sure as shit hadn’t been bringing anyone home to fuck. Which begged the question…
Were they fucking their mates away from the house? Not that we knew who or where they were. Neither Darius nor Dahlia was ready to share.
Mind you, I wasn’t any better. I’d been too busy gallivanting around the world or spending time with Noah to consider how Quill was doing. “Nor me.”
“Didn’t you put him in touch with that supe therapist?” I asked Darius.
“I did.” His lips pursed as he stared at Quill. “He told me he’d been speaking to him weekly via video chat. It’s why I felt more comfortable leaving him.”
“Either Quill has been lying, or he’s not finding it useful.”
“We could contact the bloke to find out,” Darius said, pulling out his phone. “Tyler, I think his nameis. He’s based in Southampton, but I’m sure he could be persuaded to do a home visit.”
A bell rang in my mind. “Is he a vampire?”
Darius’s eyes met mine. “He is. Do you know him?”
“We’ve met,” I said shortly. I didn’t want to get into the nitty gritty of Noah’s past with them. It wasn’t my place to share it. “He’s been away the past couple of weeks, but I believe he’s back home now.”
Darius nodded, fingers tapping at the screen. “I’ve texted him. Let’s see what he comes back with.”
“We can’t leave Quill like this,” Dahlia said, bracelets jangling as she wrung her hands. “We need to do something.”
“But what?” I went to pull my hair back before remembering it was short now. “Even if we can wake him up, what do we do then?”
Nox clapped his hands together. “Right, enough of this moping. We’ve let this issue slide for too long, but we’re here now. We’re good at thinking on the spot and problem-solving, so let’s solve this.”
We all stared at him. “Since when are you so positive?”
Nox huffed at my question. “Micah’s been trying to get me to ‘reframe’ my thinking and focus on the good things Hell gave me.”
Dahlia gave a disbelieving snort. “Good things? What good things? Shit, Nox. Weren’t you there?”
“Not actualthings,” Nox said impatiently. “Skills, stuff like that.”
“I’m very good at removing bones without using weapons,” Darius said drily, “does that count?”
