Prison of paradise, book 4 in Wingless series

Never bland

The curtains blew softly from the wind that blew through the balcony. I could see the faint reflection of the moon on one of the windows on the door that set ajar.

Oh how I wished I could sleep as deeply and well as Evan. He looked as if he hadn't a worry in the world. I sat up feeling ill, thinking it probably wouldn't be long before I had to run to the bathroom and let all the wine escape into the toilet bowl.

My mind raced as I slipped to the edge of the bed almost falling off the side, my body still rather dizzy from all the wine.

I sighed watching the curtains sway in the soft cool breeze. I always left the door to the patio open at night; I like to feel the air on my skin when I slept. The air felt natural, it soothed me on the inside just as much as the outside.

Suddenly a loud crash set me on edge; I gripped the comforter on the bed in shock. It wasn't often I heard anything on our grounds this late at night.

"Evan I heard something." I whispered clutching my chest in shock sure, I was drunk. But I wasn't stupid, and I wasn't going to venture out and look for whatever it was stumbling around my home.

"Evan!" I shrieked this time as another loud bang went off from outside. I crawled across our giant California king bed practically leaping on top of him to wake him, shaking his whole body as hard as I could.

He shot up in a rush trying to make sense of what was happening. He probably associated anything at this hour with me acting stupid anymore.

"What is going on?" He asked as another bang went on outside, a dog began barking in the distance. I was wishing we had a dog now. Evan shot out of bed in nothing but his boxers flying out of the bedroom quicker than I had ever seen him, his feet thudding the floor in a hurry.

I grabbed up a robe and a fireplace poker and headed down the stairs slowly. I was sure I loved him but I wasn't willing to be battered to save a man of his size. He was on his own, unless of course, it was a mob of rabid zombies then I might have attempted to fight alongside of him, I shook my head almost laughing at this point.

As I made my way to the bottom of the stairs, Evan flung open the door looking as if he were ready to pounce. I held my breath hoping he wasn't about to have to kill someone.

"Holy crap!" He exclaimed dropping his attack stance, and going into a relaxed blown away one. I stared into the dark the porch light barely illuminating the girl who was standing on our doorstep.

"What?" I asked curious. I rose on my tiptoes to see past Evan.

"How the hell are you?" A girl with a tomboyish tone to her voice asked him. This really stole my attention now; I swallowed hard realizing this wasn't any stranger.

"I'm fine; besides the fact you tried to break down the walls out here and woke us all up." He said stepping aside to let her come in.

"I just was over at Mark's, and I stopped by to see Ken." She said surveying everything with a look of confusion.

"I bet they were shocked." Evan laughed putting his hand on her shoulder as they both laughed it up. I watched intently crossing my arms, the feeling of jealousy pouring over me.

"You should have seen his face, Ken nearly crapped himself!" She said almost yelling it. I rolled my eyes wondering how someone so annoying could be well, so pretty.

She had the fullest lips and most delicate nose, the biggest eyes, perfect even skin tone and the highest cheekbones, her hair in a high ponytail, she was quite attractive.

I quietly left the poker against the wall to avoid looking like a whacko to anyone.

"I wish I would have." Evan said closing the door, he came up to me uncrossing my arms and almost shoving me forward. I wrinkled my nose ready to hit him.

"This is my wife Eve." He said pushing me to make nice with this mystery girl.

"Hi there, I'm Jersey but you can call me Benny. Everyone usually calls me Jersey." She stumbled raising her eyebrow at Evan as she spoke to me.

"Both rather odd names if you ask me." I said hardly audible.

"And I'm completely confused." I said staring Evan down, I hoped his big smile would disappear from him face soon, or he was looking toward physical abuse of some sort.

"Now I know you remember the stories we all told you about the girl from our neighborhood, the one who played on the football team?" He asked starting to catch on that I wasn't pleased.

"Um, the one that works just as hard as these boys, and that's why she is passing through." She said slapping Evan in the arm looking at him for help.

"What is it you do that is so hard?" I asked my attitude unable to stop.

"I'm a reaper." She said eyeing Evan; I turned just in time to see him waving his hands in a panic. He stopped as soon as he noticed I was looking at him.

"You're a grim?" I asked crossing my arms. "I didn't even know there were any female ones."

Jersey which I chose to call her Benny made me think of an old Spanish woman. She looked regrettably at Evan biting her lip in angst, it was clear she felt like she opened her mouth when she should not have.

In all the time I had known Evan, I had never known that there were female Grims. I had always thought it was a completely male task force. To think of this situation was almost insane to me.

I stalked up the stairs without a goodnight. Evan called after me, telling me to not be upset. I turned to look at him finally at the top of the stairs.

"You're a piece of work, and see the next time I feel bad about anything that I do!" I yelled stomping down the hallway.

"Eve." Evan called again.

"I'll tell you one thing; things are never bland in this house!" I yelled slamming my door shut.