The Incubus & the Virgin

13. Friends?

I was staring at my ceiling, hugging my cat pillow close. Jace and Van were in there room, surely doing the dirty. They were happily in love… or severe like, while here I was contemplating chopping off my hand. I tried every means possible to take off this ring and it didn’t move an inch. It’s nearly 10 am and I haven’t slept a wink. When I looked in the mirror earlier the mark Leviathan left on me was missing, I suppose it wasn’t needed anymore. Not with this rock on my finger. To make matters worse, my phone kept going off, letting me know I have a message. A message from Adrian. I can’t even bring myself to read it.

What would I say in response? Hey, I know we were kissing the other night but I was drunk and now I’m married to a demon. Friends?

I groaned, turning over to bury my face into my pillow. Every time I blinked it felt like my eyelids grew heavier. I was so tired, but the thought of sleeping while my life was so chaotic was stressing me out. It felt like every fiber of who I once was, was gone. I’ve already missed two days of work and class registration was coming around the corner. Would I even be going back to school? Work? I sighed and curled up onto my side, pulling my covers over my head.

I should go visit Dad soon. He’s probably looking down at me from heaven disappointed in my actions. Heaven. Would I be going to heaven? Did mom go to heaven? Am I really an act against God? Did I just commit an act against God? What’s so great about my soul anyways? Who cares? There were so many questions that I still didn’t have answers to.

 I groaned again and could feel the beginnings of a headache. The warmth of the blanket covering me along with the lulling of was I usually thought was annoying birds chirping started to drift me to sleep. My eyes slowly closing…

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“What took you so long?” Leviathan sounded impatient.

I was sitting under the sun in only my bikini near the pool side. A cabana boy walked up, delivering champagne on a tray to me.

“What do you mean?” I plucked the drink from the tray and gave the cabana boy a flirty smiled before he walked away, taking the sunglasses that covered my eyes and placing them on top of my head.

“Why did it take you so long to fall asleep?” He scoffed when he saw my gaze fixed on the guy with the tray walking away.

“Stress.” I took a sip from my glass, agitated that the factor behind my stress was following me even in my sleep. It was also frustrating that I wasn't even surprised that he showed up.

 “Where are you now?” I shaded my eyes from the sun with my hand and gazed up at him.

“Belize.” He ran his fingers through his hair annoyed at my distant attitude.

Belize? Central America?

“What are you doing there?”

“Problems with the Grim’s again… everyone knows about you now. Demons are turning against Demons, Angel’s are everywhere patrolling the place.” He shook his head. “Reaping souls has become so much harder when everyone’s stealing them.”

“How do I even come into play in this situation?” I started to apply sunscreen on my exposed skin, the summer heat was making me feel like I was being baked alive.

Leviathan loosened the tie around his neck and kicked off his shoes. “You don’t get it do you? You don’t understand a thing, huh?”

“Maybe I would understand if someone actually gave me answers.” I glared.

He tossed off his suit jacket and slowly started to unbutton his white pressed shirt. “Your very existence is blasphemy, an act against God himself. You’re the first of your kind. Not untouchable like an Angel.”