Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 84

Bella's P.O.V.

This is really happening. My vindication. My release from all the fears and irrational thoughts I have after being raped and strangled on the side of the road. All because of Lucien. He is my guardian angel, it doesn't matter if he's only half an angel, or half a demon, he is my savior. His Dad, whom I've yet to meet, is also coming to ensure I have peace. I wonder why? Is it because I am Lucien's girlfriend? Does he just like the hunt? Is this part of his job, or does he care enough about humanity to seek justice for wrongs left unaccounted for? I guess it really doesn't matter what the reasoning is. I will be forever grateful for these two men, angels, demons or whatever they want to call themselves.

As I sit in Luciens arms on the couch, I start to get drowsy. I figure dinner will be ready in an hour, and they will wake me to eat. When I open my eyes again, however, I find myself lying in my own bed with the predawn light filtering through my bedroom windows. I slept the entire night with no nightmares, no panic attacks, and I feel fantastic. Lucien is not in the room with me, so I stretch languorously. and get up, padding softly to my bathroom. It's 6:15 in the morning...is this how you're supposed to feel after an uninterrupted night's sleep? I could definitely get used to it.

I shower and get dressed and then head into the kitchen where I can hear the familiar cadence of my family getting ready to tend to the animals. When I get there, I stop dead in my tracks, and my heart starts racing. Lucien is in the kitchen with my father and...his father I'm assuming. When I take in a sharp breath, all three men turn to face me at the same time.

My gaze immediately focuses on Lucien's father. Lucien is the spitting image of his father, except with blue eyes he must have inherited from his mother. His father's eyes are so dark, I would almost call them black. He's tall and broad, a little thicker than his son, but just as trim and fit. He sports a neatly groomed five o'clock shadow on his face that hides the cleft in his chin and he wears his hair shorter then Lucien, it's dark waves curl around his ears and forehead. He is undeniably gorgeous, exuding a confidence and sexuality that I can almost cut with a knife. Holy shit, the fucking Devil is in my kitchen wearing jeans and a button down shirt. What do I do? Don't panic...take deep breaths. Suddenly, Lucien is at my side, reaching for my hand. He leans in and whispers, "Remember, it's just a job he's required to do." That's right, okay...I can do this. When I look back at his father he smiling at me gently.

"Dad," Lucien says, pulling me toward his father, "I want to introduce you to Bella."

His father quirks his lips at me, and bows his head slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Parker," he says, his voice is deep and smooth, like dark chocolate. There is an unrecognizable lilt to it, like a blending of all languages without one over bearing the others, and it puts me at ease.

"Likewise. Lucien has told me a lot about you," I say, smiling at the inside joke which he assimilates immediately.

"I'm sure he has," he says smoothly, the lilt in his voice calming me more. He must be exerting some kind of power to take my nervousness away, and I will be forever grateful that he understands my situation. It's not like I could run screaming out of the kitchen upon meeting him. Then a thought hits me, and it must have transpired across my face because Lucien's Dad seems to relax a bit. I am in on their subterfuge...I know who they are and it's my duty to keep it a secret or it could ruin everything, for them, for us, for humanity. That thought gives me the courage to walk over and embrace his Dad. He smells yummy, masculine and spicy with a hint of warm earth. I feel his arms go around me and gently squeeze, our unspoken pact sealed with a hug. I look up and smile at him, while he looks down with a hint of a smile on his lips. I can really see a lot of Lucien in him, and my frantic worry about how I would react to meeting the Devil dissipates.

My father, forgotten until he speaks up, says, "I understand you're going on an adventure with Lucien and his father today honey. Make sure you wear sunscreen."

I almost choke trying to hold in my laughter. "I will, Dad, don't worry." Yeah, an adventure, that's putting it mildly. I wonder what they told him.

I roll my eyes at Lucien's father, and his grin widens. I'm beginning to like him already. He kind of sucks all the oxygen out of the room, but that might just be due to the fact that I know who, and what, he is. I walk over to Lucien. "Do we need to pack sandwiches?" I ask, knowing full well I could be vomiting in a little while, and sandwiches would be the last thing I'd want to see or smell.

Lucien chuckles. "No, we've got everything we need." I bet you do...did you remember to bring a body bag in case I have a heart attack?

I nod and turn to my father. "Okay Dad, I'll see you later. I forgot to tell you I am going over to Trish's to meet with Tommy about his car around 5:00, I will be home after that." I see Lucien glance at his father and then his father narrows his eyes at my comment. What was that look all about?