Page 27 of Galen
“Shut your ugly face, Cas, or you won’t get any of my food,” Raiden said, scoffing. He noticed me standing by the archway. “Hey, mortal. You hungry?”
“I never say no to bacon,” I said, hating the shake in my voice. Being nervous was normal, right? Anyone would be freaked out in my situation. Considering everything, I was holding myself together pretty well.
“Me either.” Raiden winked, then turned back to the stove.
“He’s Gluttony,” Galen told me. “He eats to excess and drinks all the time.”
“But he’s so…” I trailed my gaze up and down Raiden’s muscular form. “In shape.”
“Working out obsessively is part of his sin too,” Galen explained. “He can never have enough. Food, drink, muscles, sex. He overindulges in it all.”
“Speaking of sex,” the guy I didn’t know said, grabbing my hand and kissing the top of it in a total Prince Charming style. His hazel eyes shifted to light gray. “I’m Bellamy.”
“Your eyes changed color,” I pointed out, shocked.
“He’s Lust.” Galen’s voice was more gravelly than normal. He shoved Bellamy’s hand away from mine. “His eyes change depending on who looks at him, becoming the color the viewer finds most attractive.”
“Interesting that yours is gray,” Bellamy said with a smile, looking from me to Galen. “The same shade as yours. Imagine that.”
Okay. Now I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
“I’m Castor,” the red-haired one said. Both ears were pierced with silver studs, and he also had a nose ring and eyebrow piercing. “Greed personified. Bow down to your new master and don’t forget to give me offerings of gold. Or anything shiny and expensive, really.”
“Um.” I looked at Galen.
Galen rolled his eyes at Castor. “Ignore him. The only thing he’s a master of is being a pain in all our asses.”
“Don’t forget you used to like me being a pain in your ass.” Castor stuck his tongue between his teeth and suggestively wiggled his eyebrows. “I sure liked you being a pain in mine.”
As his meaning became clear, a weird ache pierced the center of my chest, one that had nothing to do with my wound. I was jealous. Which was stupid as hell. I didn’t even know Galen. How could I be jealous?
“That was centuries ago,” Galen said. “Biggest mistake of my life.”
The silver lining in this slightly uncomfortable conversation? I now knew for certain Galen liked men. Not that someone like me would ever have a chance with him. He was too far out of my league.
I couldn’t even get Brandon, a dickwad with incredibly low standards, to stop eye-fucking our waiter long enough to say two words to me. My chance of being with someone as hot as Galen was like negative thousand percent.
Also, my life had just been turned upside down. The last thing I needed was to lust after the six-foot-eight Nephilim who’d basically kidnapped me.
A loud snort snapped me out of my head. Gray flung upward, shocked awake by the sound of his own snore.
Galen lightly chuckled. “Gray is Sloth. He has small bursts of energy, followed by drowsy spells and utter laziness.”
“Why does he look so much younger than the rest of you?” I asked. “And he’s so short.” I’d say he was five foot eight, maybe five nine tops.
“Just how he is.” Raiden piled scrambled eggs and bacon onto his plate and sat at the table. “We like to joke and say he was too lazy to keep growing, so he stopped.”
I laughed at that.
Gray cracked a smile too before sliding off the barstool and stealing a sliver of bacon off the plate on the counter.
“What about the other two?” I asked, noticing only five of them were in the kitchen. I ticked off the list of sins, counting them on my fingers. “Pride and Envy.”
“Daman, holder of Envy, keeps to himself,” Galen explained, resting his hand at the small of my back and leading me toward the table. I kind of liked him touching me. “Alastair should be down soon.”
“They’re not as fun as us,” Castor said. “Al is like the grandpa of the group, and Daman is the emo kid who hates everyone.”
“Who are you calling a grandpa?” a silky voice asked before a man with pale blond hair walked into the kitchen. He was stunning. Though not as muscled as Galen or Raiden, he exuded authority and a cool confidence not easily matched. His icy blue eyes landed on me. “Simon. Good to see you upright. I knew you’d get back on your feet quickly.”
