Page 99 of Bellamy

“Of course.” Her cheeks darkened. “You’re my boys.”

I smiled at that. We all did. Even Alastair showed a hint of a smile, adding some warmth to his frosty demeanor.

“With Light Bringer in Asa’s possession right now, finding a house is the least of our worries,” I said before taking a drink. “It won’t matter where we are when the world goes up in flames.”

“Don’t be such a pessimist, Bell.” Raiden shoved bread into his mouth and spoke around the mouthful, “We’ll kick Asa’s ass even with him wielding Lucifer’s sword. Know how I know? ’Cause we got each other. Nothing’s stronger than that.”

Leave it to Raiden to be the burst of positivity among us. His goofy personality had a way of making shit feel less heavy. He was right about one thing though. We had each other. Asa had taken us off guard when he attacked the mansion, but he wouldn’t get lucky like that again.

We’d be ready next time.

Gray nibbled on a carrot from the pot roast and leaned his head against Mason’s arm.

“You need to eat, angel,” Mason told him.

“I am eating.” Gray took another little nibble before sighing.

“He wants waffles again,” Raiden said. “I can whip up some real quick.”

“You baby him too much,” Alastair said to the Mother Hen of the household. “He can eat what you cook, or he can make his own food.”

Gray stuck his tongue out at Alastair.

After I ate, I rinsed off my plate and set it in the sink before making a second plate.

“Taking dinner to your dude?” Raiden asked.

I nodded. “He should be awake by now.”

“Tell him to hurry and get better,” Castor said. “So I can kick his ass.”

The threat was an empty one. The time Phoenix spent with us had softened my brothers toward him. A little anyway.

The Victorian mansion had stained glass windows, arched doorways, and a winding staircase that led to the second floor. I took the stairs up. The closer I got to Phoenix’s room, the faster my heart raced.

I knocked once on the door before turning the handle and stepping inside.

Phoenix stood at the same window I’d been at earlier, his gaze fixated on the sky. The sight of his black horns and tail never failed to send a rush of warmth through my veins. With his upper torso wrapped, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I trailed my gaze along the swirls of black across his shoulders. The markings of a demon.

“You should be in bed,” I said from behind him.

“I feel fine.” Phoenix kept his gaze on the window. “I’ll go crazy if I have to stay in that bed a minute longer.”

“At least sit down so you can eat.” My sternum squeezed as those whiskey eyes finally met mine. “It’s pot roast.”

“And bread?” He eyed the roll.

“It’s not stale either.” I neared the small round table in the corner of the room and placed the plate on top. “Come on. Before it gets cold.”

“Yes, master.” Phoenix sat at the table in a cushioned chair. It was one of the cloth-looking antique ones that didn’t have any arms. “Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?”

“If I feel like it.”

He shook his head before taking a bite of the roast. Juices from the meat and broth coated his lips, and I… well, yeah, I was watching him eat. I couldn’t look away.

“Taste,”Lust pleaded.

He wasn’t referring to the roast either.