Wicked Obsession

24.

Saturday, July 27th

Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...

My eye lids feel heavy as pry them open, the light streaming through the window instantly making my head hurt. Suddenly everything comes back, Darcy's warning, Harry's honesty, and the gun shot that ripped through my chest.

My fingers trace over where I remembered I was shot, expecting a bandage but come up empty. What the fuck. I hastily throw the blanket covering me away and lift the over-sized T-shirt away from my body. My eyes budge when all I see my skin is smooth and untouched, as if it never happened.

It had happened, right? I remember the excruciating pain as the bullet tore through my skin and tasting blood in my mouth as my lungs struggled for air. Harry's command to stay awake and the screaming erupting from all around us.

I find my phone on the bedside table and flip it over to check what day it is. Saturday, July 27th; 10:30 PM. It's been less than 24 hours, why the fuck is my wound healed? I've gone through some pretty weird shit these past two months but nothing like this.

I dial Harry but the phone goes straight to voicemail. Where is he? Looking around the room better, I notice that I'm in Harry's bedroom hooked up to a heart monitor. I slip the device off of my finger and the annoying beep stops immediately.

I step into the hallway, the whole apartment eerily quiet.

"Harry?" I call but receive no answer. I call out for Poppy too but the response is the same.

I step into the living area and nearly have a heart attack when I see Darcy sitting at the bar sipping a mug of coffee.

"He's not here." She says nonchalantly, all the worry and fear from last night gone from her voice.

"I figured that when he didn't answer when I called his name. What are you doing here?" This can't be good. I still haven't decided if I can trust her or not.

"Harry sent me to keep an eye on you. He says that you can be "fucking reckless"." She flips the page of the magazine in front of her.

I roll my eyes knowing she is probably quoting him verbatim. "Why did he ask you?"

The impression Harry gave me is he doesn't even like Darcy. She finally turns to me, looking me square in the eye. "He didn't ask me, he commanded me. I know you're new to the whole demon ranking but let me put it this way: demons like Harry are not to be messed with so demons like me do as we're told."

"So you're his bitch?"

Her eyes darken fractionally and she smiles ruefully. "That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble."

I shrug and take a seat beside her at the bar after I make myself a cup of coffee.

"So... where is he?"

"Abbadon. Lucifer summoned all the Knights in Seattle."

"All?" Oh shit. This can't be good.

"You really don't know anything do you?" She sounds annoyed. "Louis Tomlinson is the son of Beelzebub, Prince of Pride and Zeke Melborne is the son of Leviathan, Prince of Envy. The other Knights are scattered around Eastern United States."