Page 67 of Bellamy
I didn’t blame Castor for being such an asshole toward me. I deserved much more for the shit I’d put them through.
Alastair’s blue eyes moved to me. “Finish your food. We have much to discuss.”
“I remember hearing those words when I first came here,” Mason said.
“You survived, didn’t you?” Alastair’s cool expression faltered only a little as a hint of amusement showed in his gaze.
He reminded me of Asa in a way; that casual indifference and moments of taking pleasure in other people’s unease. But I didn’t feel the same animosity coming from him that I felt when around Asa.
Alastair had been raised by Lucifer, according to Belphegor. While Asa shared Lucifer’s blood, he had barely known his father. Not like Alastair had. It was one reason why Asa had originally wanted to be allies with the cursed sons.
With his absolute authority over his brothers, Alastair could turn the tide in a single instant. With the cursed sons by Asa’s side, the angels wouldn’t have a chance.
The line between good and evil was so very thin sometimes. All it took was one small push and everything could change.
Clouds had rolled in, taking away the sunlight from the early morning. By the time we finished breakfast, raindrops pattered against the windows. Gray pressed his face to the patio door and pouted.
“I don’t like the rain,” he whined. “It’s summer. I want the sun.”
Mason came up behind him and kissed the top of his wild blond hair. Gray yawned and cuddled into his husband’s chest. The human then picked him up and carried him from the room.
“Gray needs a nap,” Bellamy told me. “He can usually only stay awake for two hours at a time. Three, max.”
“Belphegor mentioned that once,” I responded.
Unease flashed in his eyes before he averted them. “I’m sure he’s said a lot in the years you’ve been by his side. Though, in my experience, he doesn’t do much talking. He prefers to mess with your head.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I should’ve got you out of there sooner.”
“You got me out when you could.” Bellamy tried for a smile, but it missed the mark by about a mile. “And you risked your life doing it.”
We hadn’t talked about his time in the underworld much. It was painful for him and a source of guilt for me. Because he still didn’t know Asa was the one who told me to set him free. I wanted to tell him but didn’t know how.
“Shall we?” Alastair nodded toward the hall. A fresh cup of tea steamed in his hand.
Bellamy and I followed him to his study while Raiden, Castor, and Kyo walked behind us. It wasn’t the first time I’d been in the study. The first time had been when a group of demons and I attacked their mansion to retrieve the ring with Asa’s soul.
“Try not to destroy it this time,” Alastair told me as he sat in one of the armchairs. His mind had been in the same place as mine.
“No promises,” I responded, more as a joke.
He didn’t find it funny. His cold gaze held mine as he sipped his tea.
“Let’s get this over with,” Daman said as he and Warrin entered the room. He chewed on a sliver of bacon and held a mug of coffee in the other hand—the same one Warrin had bribed him with to get out of bed. He’d refilled it twice since then.
And I thoughtIloved coffee.
It was an interesting contrast between the two of them. Daman’s green eyes popped against his tanned complexion, and his dark brown hair fell a bit past his ears. Whereas, Warrin reminded me of an ice sculpture that had come to life: pale skin, frosty blue eyes, and short silver hair with blue undertones. As for their demeanors? One was like fire and the other ice.
The sound of tires throwing up gravel came from outside, and I inwardly groaned when I looked out the window and saw Galen step out of a sleek black car. He walked around to help Simon out of the passenger side, and then they rushed toward the door that led into the study through the small courtyard.
“This better be important,” Galen snapped once they came in, shrugging off the rain. “We have a shitload of crates of inventory to sort through.”
Alastair ignored him and looked at me. “As of right now, you’re our most valuable ally. You know our enemy inside and out. However, I question whether you are, indeed, on our side. Or if you’re merely playing a game.”
That same question reflected on Bellamy’s face.
“I don’t consider myself your ally,” I answered, deciding it was best to be honest. “Yet, I meant what I said about no longer being loyal to Asa.”
