Saved By The Devil - BOOK 1 ✔ (Edited)

Chapter 9 (Edited)

It's been about half a week now and nothing terrible has happened since the attack on Ethan. He was now feeling much better and back to normal. He had some pain now and then but he always jokingly said, "It's nothing a little alcohol can't fix.''

I couldn't help but want to smack him upside the head every time he said that. Almost losing Ethan was the biggest heartbreaking thing to go through. Godric along with Cindy and Jerry was going to pay.

It's now 7 in the morning. All the guys were getting dressed to go to training, including me. Since I started living in the house again, we never got back to training when we should have but things have been hectic around here.

My door flew open with James and Ethan entering.

"6 of the guys are heading to the warehouse right now. 5 of them are grabbing cases of water and energy drinks," Ethan stated.

I raised an eyebrow, "And the rest?"

"Getting dressed," James spoke.

I nodded and tied my hair back into a ponytail. "Is he up yet?" I asked, referring to Lucifer.

They both shook their heads.

I let out a groan and looked at the time. It's 5 minutes past 7. "I'll wake him up at 7:30," I sighed.

"Alright. By that time we'll be on our way. I'll see you there," James said his goodbyes before exiting my room.

I looked at Ethan and smiled. "How are you feeling?"

He rolled his eyes, "You ask that every time and the answer is the same. I'm good."

"I know but still," I mumbled. Ethan shook his head and walked over to me.

He wrapped me in a hug which I gladly received. "I'm fine, I promise," he said, muffled in my hair.

Our hug was broken by James screaming from downstairs, "ETHAN WE'RE LEAVING NOW!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!"

Ethan groaned in annoyance and pulled away. "Sometimes it hurts me not to murder him."

"Well now you know how I feel about you," I teased.

"Haha. Very funny. See you there," he said walking out of my room.

"HURRY UP!!!" James screamed again.

"SHUT UP I'M ON MY WAY AND HOW ARE YOU GOING TO YELL AT A CRIPPLE!" I heard Ethan yell back.

I let out a laugh and shoved my phone into my pocket. I slipped on some socks and decided to not put on my sneakers yet since it wasn't time to leof ave. I walked out my room and headed over to Lucifer's room justheads-up him a heads-up. I knocked on the door and after no reply again, I slowly opened the door.

The coldness of the room hit me sending chills up my spine. I looked over to the command pad to see it was 53°F. I looked back to Lucifer to see him sleeping in his usual position, which was on his stomach. Except this time he was not covered. He was shirtless and had on his boxers.

"If you're here to push me off the bed again, don't," his deep voice muffled through the pillow.

I walked over to his side of the bed and looked down at him, "I'm not. I just came to tell you that you have 20 minutesthane to sleep than you have to get dressed."

"Okay," he replied without opening his eyes.

"Are you not cold?" I asked since his room felt like a freezer. I was now trembling from the coldness since I was only in a shirt and biker shorts.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. "No."

I stretched my hand out to his forehead. "You're burning up" I mumbled.