twenty-one

THERE WASN’T A WHOLE LOT OF CHATTER BETWEEN us as Brian, Andy, and I returned to my apartment. What was there to say, after all? William was once again back in the Demon Realm, delivering our ultimatum to Dougal, and we wouldn’t know how that ultimatum was received until Monday morning, when once again we would summon him back to the Mortal Plain. I didn’t envy Adam, Dom, and Raphael having to play nursemaid to Jonathan and his withdrawal again, but better them than me.

We were all exhausted by the time we got back to the apartment at about three in the morning. Andy made a beeline for the guest bedroom. I’m not sure he even bothered to get undressed or brush his teeth before he collapsed into the bed and started snoring loud enough that Brian and I could hear him in the next room.

We did bother to get undressed, and when I cuddled up in Brian’s arms, my back to his chest, I felt the evidence that he wasn’t quite as tired as I’d thought. His hand trailed idly between my breasts and down my belly, making me shiver, though it wasn’t cold. He touched his lips to that deliciously sensitive place where my neck meets my shoulder, and I decided that I wasn’t as tired as I’d thought, either.

He kissed his way up toward my earlobe, which he sucked lightly, making my back arch in pleasure.

“I could get used to having you in my bed every night,” Brian whispered in my ear as his hand moved up to cup my breast.

I thought about objecting to his not-so-subtle hint that he wanted to live together, but the truth was, I was beginning to think I could get used to it, too. Still, I was far from ready to admit it.

“Need I remind you that you’re in my bed?” I teased.

He laughed against my skin, his breath warm and mint-scented from his toothpaste. I was guessing I didn’t need to admit anything; Brian knew what my lack of protest meant. He pressed his erection into the crease between my buttocks, and I suppressed a moan at how hard and hot he felt against my skin. Andy’s snores reassured me that he couldn’t hear us, but Brian and I have been known to be rather loud, and I thought I might perish of embarrassment if we managed to wake Andy up.

Brian drew himself slowly downward, and I parted my legs to make room for him between them. I expected this to be more foreplay—Brian does love to tease unmercifully—but apparently tonight he was impatient for the main event to begin.

Usually, I don’t like being taken from behind. There’s something that feels too submissive about it. But I was beginning to think Brian could make me like just about anything—with the possible exception of Brussels sprouts. Instead of trying to turn over as I might have in the past, I simply relaxed into Brian’s embrace and tried not to moan too loudly as he slowly slipped inside me.

Next door, Andy’s snores stopped. That didn’t necessarily mean he was awake, but still …

Brian’s lips brushed my ear. “Be vewy, vewy quiet,” he whispered, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Then he thrust all the way in, and laughing was the last thing on my mind.

It was oddly exciting, trying to keep quiet during some fantastic sex. It was also surprisingly hard to manage. Even Brian, usually a master of control, struggled with it, little whimpers escaping his throat despite his best efforts. But by the time we both reached our climaxes, Andy was snoring again in the next room. Yay, us!

The exhaustion I’d been feeling when we first went to bed hit me like a brick wall when the adrenaline rush faded, and, with Brian’s arms still cuddling me to his chest, I drifted off to sleep.

    Sunday was hell. I’m a woman of action, and I hate waiting around. Unfortunately, there was a lot of it to be done. We couldn’t make a move until we’d heard back from William, so as much as I wanted to leap into action, that just wasn’t possible.

Because we were still on high alert in case William betrayed us, we were all still on the buddy system. Which meant that not only was Brian constantly at my side, but Andy was, too. We’d been pretty close as children—at least until the Spirit Society got its hooks into him—but things were almost unbearably awkward between us now. I kept thinking I should apologize for my harsh words of the other night, but I had the suspicion my attempted apology would lead to more harsh words, so I kept my mouth shut.

We were all up at the crack of dawn on Monday. Both Brian and Adam were due at their jobs today. Brian had missed enough time lately to make his boss grumpy, and since he did still care about his career, even in the midst of this crisis, he refused to stay home. Adam, as a public servant, had even less flexibility. So to accommodate their schedules, we’d decided to hold the summoning early in the morning.

Early in the morning is never my best time, even with Dom’s extra-strong Italian roast coffee doing its best to jump-start my brain. I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one yawning when we all sat in the basement of Adam and Dom’s house with only the dim light of the candles illuminating the dark.

Jonathan was a total mess, his cheeks hollow, his eyes bloodshot and shadowed with dark circles. His hands shook, and sometimes we had to repeat ourselves to get him to even hear us. And even though he’d just learned the incantation to summon William a couple of days ago, it was as if he’d never heard it before. If it had taken him twenty tries to get it right at the first summoning, it must have taken him at least thirty this time. I hoped he’d have a few brain cells left to rub together if we ended up having to use William as our messenger to the Demon Realm again.

I’d expected the situation to improve when William was back with us. It didn’t.

As soon as Jonathan’s mind slid into the background and William took over, he started to scream. His arms and legs flailed, his back arched, and the screams rose from his throat one right after another, to the point where I wondered how he had enough air in his lungs to keep it up.

Raphael and Adam put down their candles to try to restrain the frantic demon, but he was fighting so hard Saul had to jump in and help them. Raphael, practically kneeling on William’s chest like a rodeo star on a bucking bronco, kept repeating his name over and over, but there was no sign that William heard him.

Finally, Raphael slapped William across the face. The first slap was light, and William seemed not to feel it. The next slap was hard enough to make me wince, and I hoped he hadn’t just broken William’s jaw. But, to my immense relief, William stopped screaming.

He was conscious. You could tell that by how hard he was breathing and by how desperately he squinched his eyes shut. But it was hard to tell if he was in his right mind or not. Adam continued sitting on his legs, and Saul kept hold of his wrists, although William didn’t seem to be fighting anymore.

Keeping a careful watch on him, Raphael slid off William’s chest and rested a soothing hand on his sweaty forehead. He then traced his fingers gently over William’s cheek, where a bruise was forming.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Raphael said softly as he once again transformed himself into Lugh. “I could find no other way to calm you.”

William dragged in a painful-sounding breath. Both Adam and Saul tensed, anticipating another fight, but William merely opened his eyes. He looked up into Raphael’s face.

“Lugh?” he asked, his voice scratchy from all the screaming.

Raphael nodded, and William proceeded to burst into tears.

“You can let go now,” Raphael said to Adam and Saul. Adam let go immediately, but of course, Saul didn’t. Not, I suspect, because he thought William might pitch another fit, but because he didn’t want to do what his father told him to do.

When Saul finally let him go, William turned over on his side and curled into a fetal position, sobbing. Raphael murmured soothing sounds and stroked his hair, comforting him as you would a small child.

“What the hell happened to him?” I found myself whispering, though I hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Raphael shook his head in what looked like disgust. “I have a feeling Dougal did, indeed, try to kill the messenger.”

William drew in a loud, shuddering breath. “He tried,” he managed to gasp between sobs. “I’d have let him win if I could, just to make it stop.” He started to push himself up into a sitting position, but his whole body was shaking. I think he would have collapsed back into a heap if Raphael hadn’t reached out and supported him.

William closed his eyes again, fists clenched at his sides. “He wouldn’t let up. Even when he knew he couldn’t kill me, he kept trying.”

Lugh had explained to me once that it was impossible for demons to kill one another in the Demon Realm unless there was a significant disparity in power between them. I guess William, being a royal cousin, was too strong for Dougal to destroy. But it sounded like the attempt had been something akin to torture.

“I suppose that means we’re getting to him,” Raphael said. If he’d been speaking like himself, he probably would have sounded dryly amused—like I’ve said before, he’s not the soul of compassion—but in Lugh mode, he sounded grave and almost sorrowful.

William laughed—an awful, dry, not entirely sane laugh that I feared might turn into another crying jag. “Oh, you’re getting to him all right. I’ve never seen him so enraged before.”

“And does he plan to come to the Mortal Plain to stop me from announcing the truth about exorcism?”

I don’t think any of us were surprised when William shook his head. “He says you’re bluffing. He says you’d never endanger the lives of all the demons now on the Mortal Plain by admitting something that would encourage humans to execute them rather than exorcize them.”

Raphael heaved a sigh and looked grim. “Apparently, he doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does.” He looked over at Adam. “Call the press conference for this afternoon.”

“This ought to be interesting,” I heard Saul mutter under his breath.

Adam merely nodded to acknowledge his orders. I had a feeling there were many words that could be used to describe the upcoming press conference. “Interesting” didn’t even begin to cover it.