Page 61 of Sleeping Redemption
Rook chuckled as his eyes followed me. “I can offer my services if you fancy, Sy. Our girl can attest to how thorough my tongue can be. Isn’t that right, love?”
From behind me, I could hear Kinley’s infectious giggle.
I grumbled and shook my head to myself before rejecting his offer. “Rook, I’d sooner use a leech than have your mouth near me.”
The trickster didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll call my cousin.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
When I left Kinley’s playroom, I was pissed that Sylas once again managed to have spectacular timing. It was like that motherfucker had a sixth sense that was determined to ensure he arrived just in time to be a certified prick. In this case, he disrupted a ravishing of Kinley on a whole new level.
My balls still ached heavily while I sat in an all-white waiting room. Everything in this place was practically a clinical, blinding shade of white. The walls, the furniture, the floor, and even the damn doorknobs were a glossy white hue that made me question how anything here stayed clean.
I knew it had been a while since I had checked in with my superiors about my assignment as guardian to Kinley. But the longer I waited to be called into Evangeline’s office, the more I grew concerned that this wasn’t as simple as a check-in.
Lightly, I bounced my knee as I sat there with my hands loosely folded in front of me. My thoughts were beginning to stray back to my interaction with my sweet angel, and it helped to distract me from the nerves making my gut twist.
The look in Kinley’s eyes may have started off with violence, belying a pain she had been suffering, but the need for comfort in the form of pleasure had been there as well. A sense of guilt tugged at my chest that I hadn’t been able to provide that for her. Instead, I found myself pulled back to my bound duty as an angel.
Even sitting here, the sound of her breathy moan echoed in my mind. It was a sound I could listen to on repeat for all of eternity. Thinking about it again had my dick growing between my legs. Then, I imagined her lips around my length, and that only prompted me to harden even further.
“Atlassian.” The stern voice of a woman immediately dashed away the salacious thoughts from my mind, and sadly, my dick suffered for it.
Clearing my throat, I stood from my chair as my eyes looked to the door across the room and the woman who stood there. She looked annoyed or constipated; I wasn’t sure which.
As I approached, she held the door open for me. I glanced down at the threshold, and even the damn welcome mat was a pristine white.
Psychopaths.
“Evangeline will see you now,” she said with such a bland tone that I was pretty sure that her personality had taken a nose-dive off of several cliffs and into a pit of despair. One could only hope that it was frozen at the bottom of St. Cassius to be thawed at some later date.
I gave her a polite nod as I walked through the door into the equally stark white hallway, following her lead down the corridor. We passed a handful of closed office doors before stopping at one that was the next to last in the hall.
The front of the door was as plain and colorless as you’d expect, except for one marking on it. A simple gold letter was nailed to the front: E.
Before either of us had a chance to knock, Evangeline’s cold voice could be heard from the other side. “Stop dawdling and come in.”
Stepping aside, the woman who had escorted me gave me an expectant look. I drew in a full breath before allowing myself inside the office.
I hadn’t gotten more than two steps inside the office before I was nearly blinded by the change in the color scheme. No, it wasn’t just a deviation from the neutral white throughout the other spaces in the building, but it was downright criminal what was before me.
Everything was in a horrific pea soup green that should have never left the 1970s. It was a staggering sight to behold. The color saturated every surface in the office; it wasn’t just there as an accent.
My thoughts began to get the better of me as I stood there, shell-shocked. How was Evangeline the supervisor of all guardian angels? The color of her office alone should have sent her straight to purgatory.
Evangeline spoke up, disrupting my stupor. “I see Sylas communicated with you the urgency of my need to speak with you.”
I shut the door behind me and took a seat in one of the two chairs positioned in front of her desk.
“Uh, he did, but he didn’t provide any details,” I responded, still half-distracted from the offensive color of my surroundings.
Finally, I forced my eyes to focus on my superior. Evangeline had brunette hair in a long choppy bob with a rounded face that reminded me of a cherub. Given her exterior appearance, if one had never interacted with her, you would have assumed her to be sweet as pie. That was until she opened her mouth.
She adjusted her mocha-colored cardigan draped around her shoulders, where it blended in with a silk blouse in the same shade. Sitting back, she folded her hands in her lap.
“Sylas did not provide any details because he was not given them to provide,” she firmly replied. “It has been brought to my attention that your,” she paused. “Your performance on your current assignment is not in alignment with our standards and guidelines.”
Both of my brows shot up at the unexpected topic of conversation.
