Page 63 of Sleeping Redemption
While I was stuck in my thoughts, she spoke up once more. “Do what feels right. The right thing is rarely the wrong thing in our line of work.”
She rose up from her seat behind her desk. “With that said, I have other guardians to speak with. You are dismissed to return to your duties.”
I pushed against my knees as I stood. “Thank you.”
As I headed to the door, Evangeline spoke up just as I put my hand on the avocado green doorknob.
“Oh, and Atlassian?”
I turned and saw that the look on her face grew more stern. “Prayers, no matter howintimate, aren’t just for one set of ears. You may want to remember that the next time the urge strikes you to memorialize your…activities.”
My muscles stiffened as I realized she was likely referencing my time in the ice cream parlor’s bathroom with my angel on herknees. I should have felt embarrassed by this little revelation, but instead, I felt a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.
I was certain that Kinley had known my prayers would be broadcast amongst a larger audience, and it was just like her to want to stir the pot.
That’s my girl.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It was the day that I was convinced was the perfect timing for Sylas and me to embark on the road to an everlasting friendship. That was if the wanker would come off his high horse.
After he had transported Wolff’s entropic soul to the great beyond and come back to get a well-deserved lapdance, he declared he would be moving in with the three of us. Supposedly, it was all in the name of Kinley’s safety. I’m sure that was the reason he used to go to sleep at night, but deep down, I think he couldn’t stand the fact that our dirty girl had twenty-four-seven access to two other men.
“You know, mate, you’d think after she set you off in your pants like a shaken bottle of cola, you’d be less crotchety,” I said while lounging sideways over an oversized sitting chair in the corner of the bedroom, observing his current mood. One of my legs was draped over the brown leather arm, with the other off the edge of the cushion as my hazel eyes watched him carry in another cardboard box.
It had been less than forty-eight hours, and it seemed that getting his holy scepter tended to by Kinley hadn’t erased his pissy mood. However, it did prove his royal bastardness may finally be coming around to what we all already knew: he wanted the off-kilter blonde angel just as badly as Atlas and I did.
Sylas grumbled incoherently as he placed the box of dusty-looking scrolls and notably ancient artifacts on top of the worn dresser at the far corner of the room. I hadn’t yet told him that he had a roommate, I was holding onto that card for just the right moment.
Bounding into the room, Kinley appeared with an energetic smile that had my lips curling into a delighted grin. She wore a light pink sweater dress that made me want to pull her ass into my lap and fill her tight cunt with my cock. You add the thigh-high grey boots? I may as well piss away my bloody plans for the next three days.
“I brought you a housewarming gift!” she proudly declared as she held out a small gift bag toward Sylas. The black string handles hung between the pads of her thumb and forefingers, the shiny black bag swinging slightly from side to side.
It seemed someone was handling Sylas moving in much better than anticipated. I was sure it wouldn’t last long once he lent his typical overbearing and blunt approach to, well, everything.
He turned to Kinley and raised both his brows, his face displaying surprise with a dash of reservation about what she picked out for him.
I swung my leg off the arm of the chair, placing it on the ground next to my other, and sat on the edge of the cushion in anticipation of what insanity lay inside that bag. I hoped it was a wrench.
Stepping over to where Kinley stood with the bag extended toward him, Sylas had a wary smile. Taking the bag from her, heobserved the exterior like Lucifer himself was going to spring out of it at any moment like a jack-in-the-box from Hell.
“Thanks, Kin,” he preemptively gave his gruffly spoken gratitude.
Leaning my elbows on my knees, I smirked. “Open it up, mate. Let’s see what ya got!”
He cast me a hard glare before he obliged. His hand dipped into the bag, and when he pulled it back out, he held a thick book in his hand.
Setting the bag off to the side, he seemed to be in deep thought as he ran his hand over the front of the deep brown leather the book was encased in. Sy’s brows furrowed together as he ran his fingers over the front, where there was an embossed image of a cross with wings set behind it. Along its spine, there was additional embossing of Hebrew letters.
Before Sylas could speak up, Kinley’s excitement immediately had her explaining as she held her hands behind her back and lightly swayed her hips. “Even though we both know humans have jacked up the stories worse than a game of multi-millennia telephone, it’s the Bible. I got a copy written in the original Hebrew and had the leather cover custom-made.”
The room fell into complete silence. I didn’t need to be a mindreader to know that Sylas was as genuinely surprised as I was that our girl had managed to pick out such a surprisingly thoughtful and selfless gift.
“Kin…” His voice was a deep whisper that trailed off as he seemed to search for any words to convey his thoughts.
“Oh, and also, there’s this,” she piped up again as she took a step forward and reached out to open the front cover.
I couldn’t see what was inside, but if it was even possible for Sy’s face to show another level of surprise, it sure as hell did.
