Confessions of a Killer

30 'I was going to use that later'

Charlotte:

I came to, slowly. Voices permeating the darkness. I felt sluggish, fighting to open my eyelids that don't seem to want to move.

"She's always been first pick." Aries sobbed.

'No-! No!' I nearly screamed. I would have, had my mouth worked, had my vocal cords obeyed. 'She doesn't understand...'

I heard Jaspers voice through the fog, smooth as always, soothing. Defending me, rejecting me at the same time to reassure his mate. Damien's voice rumbled next to me, a welcomed balm to my aching heart.

I faded then, the darkness swallowing me before spitting my back out like a cannonball. A surge of hope barreled through me, slowing my roll enough to find my hypothetical feet. The hope is not mine. It's Damien's. Mabels voice had mumbled something that made Damien lighter.

Hope can do that I observed. If you have no hope you might as well be dead.

"D-Damien?" My one voice sounded distant, as if submerged underwater. The gentle press of lips against my forehead brought me further to the surface. His resolute "I'm here." Enough of a push to slit my eyes open.

The light blinded me momentarily, I groaned, tilting my head as far as I could back into the warm darkness that Damien's chest supplied. My arm throbbed, gentle yet giant hands held firm on it, ignoring my small tug to curl it next to me.

"You have to sit still Luna." I sniffed, testing my senses to see if I could find out who had spoken. The influx of smells nearly overwhelmed me.

Damien's minty breath hit me first like a wall, tipping me over and watching as I fell on my ass, dazed, because how can someone smell that damn good and be mine?

More scents wafted over, a light floral current, mixed with the smell of pine, an almost salty zephyr came next, fresh like a sea breeze, warm apple cider with a tint of a spiced alcohol, freshly fallen leaves in the autumn evening. Then there was an even sweeter smell, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla that had me salivating.

I blinked. Turning slightly as I noticed who exactly was in the room. The floral and pine scents were Mabel and Roman, Jedrek and Ember smelled like the sea and... Jasper and Aries smell like fall. My favorite time of year. I smiled weakly, returning Aries questioning gaze. Who belonged to... ah.

There was a cup at the edge of the bed, whatever was in it smelled damn near heavenly. I sniffed, turning away from the most likely fattening beverage and burying my face into Damien's torso.

"How are you feeling?" Jedrek's voice soothingly asked.

I chuckled, opening my eyes. "My eyebrows don't hurt."

"I'm sorry Charlotte..." Aries stated weakly.

"S'all good." I mumbled, nuzzling my face into Damien's shirt. He chuckled, tracing my jaw with a finger.

'You just missed an epic story.' Damien said through our mind link. I grinned into his chest as he relayed how Jedrek and Ember met. Sparing no detail of the event and adding his own quips.

'You're right I haven't seen Deadpool.'

"What?! This is a disgrace." Damien huffed out loud. All eyes turned to him, a pregnant pause in the air, studying him as he pouted. "Not even a comic?" He look down, eyes bright with hope. I laughed, shattering his dreams.

"Not even one."

"You're a terrible assassin. Deadpool is the best, I'm sure you'd learn a thing or two." He groused, clenching his jaw and pursing his lips at the same time, his brows furrowed. I snickered.