Page 12 of Hex
Without hesitation, I swipe my phone from the bedside table and jog my way downstairs to the kitchen for a drink. From the corner of my eye I see the red and gold bag of single dose coffee that Sage would kill for without a second thought. Witch Coffee, the real kind.
Just like last week, I can still feel her inside me. Around me, even. It’s like her scent has followed me to the real world and is teasing every breath I take. The best way to honor that link between us and make it last longer is to brew one of her coffees.
As I go through the motions, I punch in Pierce’s number and put the phone on speaker. It rings so many times I’m afraid he won’t answer, but that would be ridiculous. Everyone knows we can always count on our resident good guy.
“The fuck, Hack? It’s three in the morning.” Is it? With a frown, I look at the clock and cringe.
“Right. Sorry, didn’t notice.” But this is too important to get hung up on something as inconsequential as the time of day. “I’m calling a brother’s emergency meeting.” Slash is going to punch my balls for this.
I’m about to hang up so I can call Slash when I hear murmuring on the other end of the line.
“You’re not alone.” It’s not a question. And to be honest, it’s shocking. Pierce never brings women to his home.
Unless…
“Where are you?” I don’t know why there’s an accusing tone to my question. Pierce is an adult, he can fuck who and where he chooses.
“The Shade.” Then he clears his throat and the rustling of clothes tells me he’s most likely getting dressed and putting our brotherhood before anything else. Even sex. “I’m on my way.”
He really is the best of us.
“Thanks, brother.” We hang up and I finish prepping my coffee while the phone rings for Slash.
“This better be fucking important. And I mean, end of the fucking world, the Apocalypse called and it’s our time to shine kind of important.” The drama is strong in this one.
“Good morning, brother.” I squeeze the coffee out of the pouch and throw it out.
“No, it really isn’t. It’s the middle of the fucking night.” Yeah, he’s a little upset.
“Emergency meeting. Pierce is on his way.” I take a tentative sip and almost moan.
“Of fucking course he is. Did I mention the Apocalypse? Come on, Hack. I’ve got four females here and they have a stellar imagination.” I almost feel bad for him, like he’s borderline in tears at the thought of leaving behind his little fuckfest.
“See you in a bit. Take a fucking shower.” I hang up before he can argue, knowing that he’ll be here no matter what, even if he’s bitching the whole time.
Next is Slay and I’m not sure what his reaction will be. Either he’s asleep and his response is frosty at best, or he’s still awake and he’ll appreciate the interruption from his own plaguing thoughts.
Demon roulette.
I sigh in relief when he answers on the first ring. Broody Slay for the win.
“What’s going on?” He’s wide awake, not a trace of sleep in his voice.
“I need an emergency meeting. Sage just visited me again and I have to work on strategy.” Slay and Sage have always had a sibling kind of bond that I could never explain. He’s moody and acts like a ninety-year-old anthros who's tired and bored of human kyn, but for Sage, he’d slaughter the masses without so much as flinching.
Much in the same way as I would, no regret in sight.
“Be there in ten.” Of the three, I’m willing to bet that Slay is the only one here in Georgia.
“Thanks.” He hangs up, and while I wait for them, I make three other coffees.
As promised, ten minutes later, Slay is the first to arrive, followed by Pierce just five minutes behind. Slash took his sweet old time, his way of rebelling against my request.
Emergency meetings can’t be ignored. No questions asked, we drop everything we’re doing and come together.
Could my meeting have waited for them to be available or simply awake? Sure. In the grand scheme of things, having the meeting at four in the morning or five hours later when everyone is functioning amounts to the same thing. In my defense, I didn’t register the time until Pierce pointed it out.
“This better be good.” Slash flops down on the couch like a petulant child then holds out his hand in the guise of asking for his coffee. He’s lucky I made a fresh cup since he decided to take the scenic route to get here.
