Hide and Seek

[SeptXTheo]

Blood was the most beautiful color in the world.

A deep rich shade of crimson, thick and warm, a sharp contrast to my ivory skin. I dragged a long finger through it, smearing it against my skin, watching it dye my fingernail and the pad of my finger. I drew it to my lips, then sucked it into my mouth and licked the iron tasting red until my finger was clean.

I tilted my head back against the edge of the tub, licking my lips as I felt the sharp cut in my arm stitch itself back together. I released a long, bored sigh as I stared up at the gold crown moulding on the brown ceiling of my bathroom, lifting my legs in the warm water of the tub as it rippled quietly.

It would be an understatement to say I was friggin' bored. The biggest understatement of the year.

What with the Titans now safely locked in their bird cage while Zelios poked them with sticks until they shit themselves and went insane, and the Khalian now on their own and safe, and Adrian living happily ever after with that idiot brother of mine, Malachi, things were abnormally calm and lazy. I found myself in this same position, day after day after day, nothing to do. Worst of all, Hades wasn't around to keep me entertained, so running over to his place to terrorize him and ruin his day was out of the question. He was off at a family gathering on Olympus, and I knew for a fact he'd come back in a foul mood and even I wasn't dumb enough to go near him after one of those things.

Even Sept was out. He was running errands that I should probably be doing, but I was just too lazy to do them. That and I didn't care if it got done or not. Sept just did it while I was sleeping and when I woke up, he was still gone, so I took my chance to get in the tub with a razor I'd found in the garbage.

After cleaning it off with alcohol and magic, I'd cut four nice slices on each arm. Now, all eight had healed up and only left very faint scars that would completely vanish in an hour, hopefully before Sept showed up.

He always threw a fit when I cut myself. And by throw a fit, I mean he didn't let me out of his sight for almost a week and even followed me into the bathroom to make sure I didn't get a hold of any razors. I didn't usually try to hide it. Why bother? Sept knew about my masochism.

For centuries, I forced him to violently screw me and cut my back and rip my throat open. Even now, I ached to have it back. I wanted to feel him rip into me again. I wanted to see blood dribbling across my skin and pouring out onto the sheets. I hungered for it so badly that sometimes, I wanted to just throw Sept on the bed and force him to ruin me again, but even if I tried, he wouldn't.

He was such a romantic. Hurting me was out of the question. Whenever we had sex, he was incredibly gentle. And sometimes it was pretty great. He'd be so slow about it and if I tried to make him go faster, he'd tie my wrists to the headboard with scarves. But that was as far as he would go bondage-wise.

I needed pain.

It was always a constant and I wasn't fond of change, particularly one that made me feel this good. I knew it bothered Sept, and it bothered a lot of people. It even bothered Hades, oddly enough, but it was none of their business. I was immortal. I couldn't die. But sometimes I needed to remind myself that I was alive, and maybe slitting my skin open was the way to do that.

I was getting bored again. I ran my fingers along the edge of the tub until I found the razor and slumped back against the tub again as I drew the razor down and let it bite into the soft skin of my arm, this time making a vertical cut in the middle of my arm. I tilted my head, savoring the burning sting of it, watching that beautiful red blossom before oozing down the sides of my arm and dripping into the tub where the water had already turned pink because of the amount of blood I'd spilled into it.

I hummed a slow tune that I remembered one of my nannies singing when I was a brat. But I couldn't remember all of it. Probably all those tosses into a wall when I was four gave me brain damage.

That explained a lot.

I hummed the same chorus over and over again, sinking the razor down into my other arm, staring intently at the red slit before I drew it to my mouth, dragging my tongue along the tender wound. I moaned at the taste of it and took a risk, baring my fangs before sinking them down into my arm. Immediately pain shot up and down my arm, making it throb and ache. It hurt like a bitch, but it felt normal. I suckled a bit of blood through the puncture wounds before sighing and dropping my arm back in the water with a pout.

"Boooring." I groaned in frustration. I eventually rinsed off in the shower and drained the tub, disposing of the razor so Sept wouldn't find it in the garbage when he got back. By the time I got to my room to change, the cuts were mostly healed. To be on the safe side, though, I pulled on a long sleeved gray shirt trimmed in black before wiggling into a pair of tight black jeans. I tossed my cloak over my shoulder as I made my way out of the room and down the hallway, holding a barette between my teeth.

I arrived in the throne room where a couple of servants were cleaning the room. I frowned, then made a noise of frustration when someone whacked into me from behind. I whirled to glare at whoever had dared to come near me, when I realized no one was there.

Oh wait.

I dropped my gaze to see a tiny toddler standing there, looking up at me with wide brown eyes, watery, like puddles of mud, only terrified. I glared at him and he swallowed before one of the servants scurried over to snatch him by the arm.

"I apologize deeply for his behavior, my lord. I told him to go play outside." She stammered, then glared down at her son, who whined.

"But, mama, there no hiding places outside."

"Hiding places for what?" I asked with a scowl. The toddler blinked up at me innocently. It annoyed me because it reminded me of Adrian and his imp. Both of whom were also too busy for me to harass. Seriously, when did everyone suddenly get a life?

"For hide and seek, Mr. Theo." He answered. The servant blushed.

"Lord Theo." She corrected him sternly. The toddler wrinkled his nose.

"Lord."

"Theo." I finished flatly. The toddler beamed. The servant nodded and quickly apologized some more before dragging her kid off. I watched them go, then cocked my head and tapped my chin curiously before unfolding my cloak and starting to throw it on when I suddenly got an idea. I smirked wickedly and took my cloak off, strutting over to my throne where I threw my cloak on it and summoned a piece of paper and pencil, scribbling a small note to Sept on it.

Dear Sept,

Hide and seek. Catch me if you can!

I pinned it to my cloak on the throne before summoning a sleeveless black vest. I zipped it up and pulled the hood over my head to hide in it, then teleported to Styx. It was alive with hundreds upon hundreds of civilians, creatures of different varieties. Werewolves, vampires, hundreds of species of demons, and the list went on into forever. It was really a hassle to list them all.

I took advantage of the crowds and blended in with ease, cloaking my powers to make it even harder for Sept to come find me. It was probably going to annoy him more than anything, but that didn't matter to me. As long as the bastard dropped everything to come running for me, I was completely content. Hopefully this was enough to cure my boredom at least for today.

As I wandered around the city, it took me a moment to realize how much it'd actually grown since I last took a walk through the place. I mean, sure it was technically my city, but I'd never bothered to go through it. The place pissed me off because it was a cesspool of dog shit. The people here were awful creatures. The lowest of the low.

Although, physically, it was beautiful. The buildings ranged from older to modern, and it all depended on the part of Styx I was in. The shopping district was just a huge jumble of different buildings. Tiny herbal shops, large elaborately decorated clothing shops. And then there were the specific areas of Styx, like the Egyptian corner where loud exotic music blasted through open windows, colorful clothes were draped over lines that went from one side of the street to the other and advertised shops or upcoming festivals. Or the Japanese community with all their flashy colors and modernly designed buildings that opened the community up, but once you delved further into their culture, you'd find the older styled buildings from those cheesy Japanese movies.

Styx was the melting pot of Hades, but I liked to think of it as the shithole of Hades. Despite all its beautiful luxeries and cultural varieties, it was home to some of the largest crime gangs in the underworld. Some say even all the underworlds.

Damn, I'm a great ruler.

I snorted at the thought and continued to weave in and out of the crowds until I'd wandered toward the side of Styx that was home to several very popular bars. I decided to make a pit stop at one of them and ordered a low key drink as I scooted around in my seat impatiently. It'd been about two hours since I left the house. Surely Sept would have noticed by now?

Maybe I should've slit my wrist and poured blood all over the throne room. That'd freak him out. I almost laughed at that, but I knew Sept wouldn't find it very funny and as annoyed as I was that he was always working, I didn't like freaking him out so badly that it hurt his feelings. He was tough, but there were times when I hit his buttons and I knew I'd hurt his feelings. He wouldn't speak to me, but he'd hover around, like he was silently telling me to go screw myself or something. It was totally not cool.

"Theo?" I scowled and turned to see Cain sitting at the bar, glaring at me. But then again, he glared at everyone. Much to my surprise, he was wearing a very sedate wardrobe today. A simple pair of gray skinny jeans and a plain black corset over a black long sleeved shirt.

"What the hell are you doing on my turf?" I demanded in irritation. Cain wrinkled his nose at that. It was horrible how much that one expression made him look like his twin brother, Abel. Except Abel had navy dyed hair and sometimes he'd screw with people by making his eyes look like Malachi's, what with the black sclera and blue irises. Only Cain didn't dye his hair and it was their natural dark brown, and shorter than Abel's with long bangs that fell over his face and seemed to collect at the center of his face between a pair of pale blue eyes.

"Hiding. What about you?" He asked dryly. I frowned.

"Me too. What're you hiding from?" I returned. Cain curled his lip in the most repungent sneer in his arsenal of facial expressions.

"Abel. I pissed him off and now he's making a big deal about it. Friggin' pansy." He scoffed. I tried not to let that piss me off, but it did anyway. Cain was my least favorite brother. He was a selfish abusive prick. He killed Abel like a hundred times and smashed his soul beneath his foot, then turned around and spewed bullcrap about loving him and being confused and whiny, whiny, whine. It was the dumbest relationship I'd ever seen. The whole incest didn't bother me at all. That was normal in our realm. That was a mortal problem. It was the fact that Cain was a douche nozzle and Abel, though annoying and kind of stupid and completely insane, wasn't that bad and deserved someone who could handle his special kind of stupid. Not someone like Cain who had a shorter fuse than Hades himself.

"Yeahhh," I said slowly, looking into my half-empty glass, "Well, you probably deserve it." Cain glared at me.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah? Then what'd you do, shitnugget?"

"Cute," Cain sneered, raking me with a less than impressed glare, "And it wasn't my fault. He was hanging out with Akin and that bastard whoreson." Ah, so that's why. Abel was really close to this random dude named Akin, who I'd only met on a handful of occasions. He didn't piss me off like a lot of other people and he didn't take no bullshit anyway. He was okay. But his boy toy was not. Hannibal was a disgusting rapist weirdo. Although, I had to admit that the whole attack on him was total bullshit and was just another reason for me to hate this entire city and its pathetic inhabitants. That was a subject I didn't want to touch with a ten foot pole, so instead of feeding the flames of Cain's stupidity and anger, I changed the subject.

"I'm playing hide and seek with Sept." I said, finishing off my drink and pushing the glass across the counter to the bartender. Cain arched a brow.

"Hide and seek? Jeez, you really are a child." He snorted, turning away to take a swallow of beer. I stuck my tongue out at him and he narrowed his eyes. I hopped off the barstool and gave Cain the middle finger.

"Good luck on being a total jerkwad." I responded. Cain glared at me.

"Choke on dick."

"My pleasure." Without another word, I vanished from the bar and reappeared out on the street that was still swarming with people. Most of them ignored me. A couple of passing prostitutes bit their lips as they passed me, eyes following me as I went past, but I ignored them. I didn't really care for whores and I certainly wasn't going to scratch an itch that only itched for Sept. Wherever that lazy bastard was. I sighed miserably, walking around the city until my feet cramped and ached. I debated just going back home and curling up in bed, but then I'd just get depressed. Maybe Sept just hadn't gotten home yet? Or he was freaking out and calling my brothers.

No, because then Cain would've known, right? Nah, Sept was just taking his sweet time.

Or maybe this was what he wanted. He wanted me to get worried about him and come running back to whine about why he didn't come looking for me.

That sick bastard. It sounded like something he'd do to punish me for springing a game on him without asking him if he wanted to play first.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Instead of going home, I continued to wander around Styx. The odd thing was that I started noticing things I never bothered to pay attention to before. I passed a couple of dance studios with dancers doing their thing on mats with a window opened to the street so passer-byers could peek in on their exotic twirling and hip movements. It was the kind of place Blaine, Cerberus's fae husband, would hang out at. Then further down was a musical shop, with an ivory grand piano set up in the window so someone could play it and lure customers in. I had no idea how I ended up on this side of town when just half an hour ago I was in the bar area.

And then another hour later, I had ended up too close to the docks. According to most city folk, this area was called the ghetto and I could certainly see why. The buildings were crumbling and destroyed, windows boarded up or covered in tarps. A few homeless folk hanging out in the street with carts or boxes, some women on a street corner rubbing against a light pole suggestively and licking their lips at me. I curled my lip at them and turned my head away as I went over to a ticket booth and leaned against it, summoning my cell phone.

The cell phone I hated using. What happened to sending slaves out to do your business?

I scrolled through the contacts list until I found Sept's contact number and hit call before bringing it to my ear. There a dull ringing sound before someone picked up.

"Lord Theo, where are you?" Sept demanded. I scowled, looking around as I buried my fist in my pocket.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. And what did I tell you about the whole lord thing?"

"Theo, you have a meeting in three hours to discuss the building of a new police station down near the shopping district. We don't have time--"

"That's too bad," I sighed wistfully, pushing off the ticket booth and walking toward the street as I kicked a rotten apple across the ground, "I didn't want to have to make you go to that meeting all by yourself."

"Theo, really, today--"

"You ditched me. I'm bored. Come play with me, or go to the boring meeting by yourself." I blew him a raspberry and hung up with a mutter about Sept being a butthead. He was always blowing me off. Couldn't he just take one day off to spend with me? Was that too much to ask? There was no one else out there to entertain me.

"Why don't we play with you?" I looked up, but didn't turn around at the sound of a deep baritone rumbling behind me. I arched a brow slowly, straightening as I sent my cell phone back to my room. A moment later, three more unfriendly looking men emerged from the slimy alleys and a broken down apartment building. These three were buff, probably from some kind of drug. One was shaved, one looked like a wet poodle, and the other was definitely on meth. He looked like the Crypt Keeper. I assumed the three other guys behind me were just as unhealthy and creepy looking.

"What kind of line is that," I drawled, turning slowly to face, sure enough, a drugged up buff guy with mocha skin and silver snake bites that were supposed to add to his intimidating form, but only made him look like a cheesy movie villain, "Did you pick that up on an episode of Scooby-Doo?" The guy curled his lip at me and took a threatening step forward, sinking a fist in the front of my vest and jerking me close so he could get up in my face. Not even the fact that he was a foot taller and heaved me up off my feet was intimidating.

No, more like irritating.

But it was entertaining.

So I smirked and spat in his face, making him snarl and drop me onto my feet again. He stepped back, wiping at his face before one of his other buddies lunged for my throat. I whirled around and caught him with a roundhouse kick to the ribs before hooking my foot around his side, jerking him forward, so I could slam my head into his, causing him to fall flat on his face in the grimy dirty street. All with my hands in my pockets.

"Who else wants to dine with me?" I asked, eyes flickering from one man to the other. Another stupid idiot lunged for me and I went to just withdraw one fist for a sucker punch to the face, but a pair of steel arms caught me around the torso, pinning my arms to my sides and heaving me up off the ground. I narrowed my eyes and flung my head back, making contact with his nose, effectively smashing it, so he dropped me just in time to duck the other man's swinging fast. I swung my leg out and knocked his out from beneath him, so he fell backwards. The first guy, Mr. Snake Bites, made a grab for me, but I whipped out of the way with a laugh.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Is this what my city's been reduced to? A bunch of toddlers picking their noses? Are any of you even remotely decent?" I laughed, watching three of the men recover and inch toward me.

"I wouldn't underestimate us if I were you," Mr. Snake Bites sneered menacingly, cracking his knuckles by simply opening and closing his fists, "A pretty ass like yours would fetch a good price on the slave market." I wrinkled my nose at that.

"Flattering. Really. Do you talk to your ma with that mouth, tough guy, or did you just pull that out of your tight sphincter?" I mocked. He snarled and his bones cracked as a response, making me frown for a moment before I realized he was shifting. I cursed under my breath.

A shapeshifter.

Great.

He shifted and distorted his form, becoming three feet taller so he was a whooping ten feet tall, muscles now bulging with fat veins pulsing beneath his midnight black skin. He flashed a pair of sleek white fangs, his eyes rolling back into his skull so they were completely white, and his nostrils flared like an angry bull. Speaking of bull, a pair of horns broke through his scalp and dark dreads to jut into coiled bones. His clothes tore in a manner that would make Bruce Branner jealous.

"Wow," I said dryly, taking one step back so I could tilt my head up to study him from head to toe, "You get that form the same place you got your comebacks?" He roared, opening his mouth to show off all his disgusting gnarled teeth that were coated in black and green gunk. My stomach churned at the horrid dog breath he had. I held my hand out and started to send a blast of fire at his face when I caught movement out the corner of my eye and cursed a second before I was bashed over the head with something heavy and hard, like steel.

My ears rang and I slammed into the ground, tasting blood in my mouth and feeling some more running a hot path down from my hairline. Instead of crying or whimpering, I moaned, propping myself up onto my elbows and knees, then slowly getting to my feet as I ran a hand through my hair, tossing the hood back off my head. I ignored the collective gasp from my attackers as I ran my fingers through the blood on my face and brought it to my lips, sucking it off and purring in delight at the metallic flavor. I licked my bottom lip, then turned slowly, letting my hair settle back into place as the two smaller attackers scrambled back, but the first one stupidly held his ground.

"Oh, baby," I purred, "Do it again. I like it rough." Big guy snarled and lunged for me, but I vanished from my spot and appeared behind him, throwing my head back and laughing. He whirled around to roar at me.

"Over here, cunt-barrel." I called teasingly. He rushed me, but I leapt up into the air, using magic to give me momentum, so I shot straight up into the air and did a flip before landing on the back of his neck.

"Boo." I whispered in his ear a second before I threw my hand back, then slammed it straight into his thick flesh. His hot skin opened up to me and I buried my fist in what felt like feet of flesh. He roared in agony and bucked and threw himself about as I managed to grab his spinal cord and hold on as he spun around and went to back up into an apartment. I sighed wearily and tore my hand back, ripping out part of his spine in the process, so he fell forward onto the ground.

I leapt off his back and landed on the ground as his blood gushed in a fountain display into the air and rained down on the street. I looked up and closed my eyes, smirking as it rained down on my face. I laughed, then looked over to see the other two attackers trembling nearby. They took off and headed for the nearest street to disappear.

"Whoa," I exclaimed, then vanished from my place and appeared in their path, making them scramble back as I held my arms out, "Where are you guys running to? I thought you said you came out to play with me. Don't tell me you're ditching me. I hate being ignored."

"P-Please," The first one stammered pathetically, "Lord Theo, we had no idea. If we had known--"

"Too late for that," I snorted, then flashed my fangs at them, "Get up on your feet, shitheads, and fight me. Run away and I'll torture you by roasting your eyeballs over a spit and feed them to you."

"P-Please, w-we're so sorry." He choked desperately. I narrowed my eyes and went toward him as he fell to his knees and the other one took off running. I flung my hand out and the cobblestone path rippled and shot up, creating a wall that blocked the guy, who slammed into it so hard his skull cracked and he fell to the ground dead. I rolled my eyes and turned to the one on his knees in front of me, tears streaming down his face. I grinned.

"One more chance, stud. Get on your feet and fight me, or I'll torture your pathetic soul for eternity." I challenged.

"N-No, please." He whimpered and dropped down to kiss at the ground at my feet. I arched a brow, then smirked slowly, bringing my hand back to deal the final blow that would end his pathetic whimpering when a strong grip caught me by the wrist and whipped me around, causing the stone wall to collapse. I started to snarl at whoever had interrupted me when I realized it was Sept standing there and the blood thirst was instantly quenched as I let out a quiet breath.

My whole body lit on fire at the sight of him standing there, gripping my wrist gently, but firmly. He was incredibly sexy standing there in his tight black leather pants that hugged long muscular legs begging to be licked, disappearing into a pair of heavy black boots made for crushing bones. His torso was completely bare to me, revealing washboard abs with tawny caramel skin stretched tight over it. His long black hair fell in an inky waterfall down his back, his dark eyes ringed heavily in black eyeliner.

"Found you." Sept stated. I smiled innocently as he let go of me roughly and stepped forward to narrow his eyes down on the man at my feet, who was sobbing and pissing himself.

"What happened here?" He demanded, turning to look at me. I shrugged, brushing my arms off and straightening my vest before I hooked my fingers in the hood to pull it up.

"They were trying to play with me, Sept. Since you wouldn't play with me, I figured I'd accept their invitation. Now he doesn't want to play. I'm bored." I tacked on, folding my arms over my chest. Sept frowned, then looked back down at the guy, curling up into a fetal position at my feet, then he sighed and looked at me.

"It would seem you took care of yourself all on your own."

"I'm a big boy."

"Indeed," Sept agreed with the slightest nod of his head before he reached out and laid his hand on my shoulder, pulling me close before casting a glower at the man whimpering on the ground, "Though, I'd rather you not do this again. I do not like having to worry about you." I just gave him a playful smile before we teleported from the ghettos of Styx to my bedroom back at the mansion. The moment we appeared beside the bed, Sept pulled me against him and kissed me smack on the mouth.

I moaned at the taste of him, breathing in the hot spicy scent of him. I parted my lips to take his tongue into my mouth. His hands wandered up to push my vest back off my shoulders so it fell to the ground and he could bury his hands in my hair, massaging my scalp with his fingers and tormenting my mouth with his tongue.

"I thought we had a meeting." I murmured against his lips, watching the way those dark eyes stared so intensely that it was like he was already mind-sexing me. It made a particular part of my anatomy jerk to attention. He brushed his nose against mine, moving his hands down in a slow dance until he met my shirt hem and began to steadily lift it up, thumbs brushing my skin ever so slightly, giving me goosebumps.

"It's my turn to play." Sept replied. I smirked and he kissed me again, roughly this time. I groaned at that, letting him slide the shirt up off over my head. He caught me by the hips and jerked me up against him so I could grind our hips together, making us groan at the contact. He backed me up until I fell back on the bed. I watched in hunger as he unbuttoned the front of his pants and grabbing me by the legs, jerking me close so he could rip my pants off. I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip as he oozed cold soft lubrication that smelled like peppermint.

A shudder of delight coursed through me as he lathered his palm to his hard-on, then rubbed it against the twitching ring of muscles waiting to take him inside me. He leaned over me and met my lips again, kissing me passionately and making my head spin.

God, even though he wasn't as rough as I would like him to be, this was just fine. He managed to make me melt like putty in his hands no matter what he did. He could cut me and make me bleed, or kiss me and make me whimper, and I would always end up going along with whatever he did.

My body was his to do with as he pleased, something I didn't take lightly. No one else could touch me like this, especially not a gang of slimy sewer rats.

"You've been mishaving a lot lately, Theo," Sept whispered in my ear as he plunged deep inside me, making me gasp and throw my head back against the sheets, "Why is that? Are you upset that I haven't paid much attention to you?" I moaned, fisting the sheets before abandoning them to wrap my arms around him, pulling him down close to lick desperately at his lips. My whole body tingled and quivered as I felt myself falling into the haze of complete euphoria.

"Play with me, Sept. Pay attention to me." I purred, then added a meow before kissing him. Sept groaned and shoved me back down on the bed, kissing me and thrusting his hips, skin slapping skin, nails sinking into soft flesh. His rippling hard muscles bulged as he propped himself up over top of me, leaning down so he could kiss and lick at my ear.

"Yes, Theo." He arched himself inside me and I cried out in ecstasy, clinging to him as my body shuddered in release. I let him continue, even after I was obviously spent. He had so much damn stamina. I had no idea where it all came from. One round was enough to tire me out, but he was stable enough to last another two rounds that had my body throbbing. By the end, I had only managed pathetic whimpers and mewls of pleasure, letting him take whatever he wanted.

He kind of deserved it for engaging in my childish game of hide and seek anyway.

"You really should be careful, Theo," Sept said later that night as we laid in bed, snuggled up under the layers of blood red sheets made of the finest silks, "I believe I mentioned staying out of the ghettos." I scoffed, running my finger around his nipple and nipping at his chin.

"I'm not scared of a bunch of pansies. Besides, I figured it was the only way you'd take me seriously. You never want to play with me."

"Your games are dangerous."

"There's no fun in a game if it's not a little life threatening." I replied dryly. Sept smirked lightly before kissing the top of my head and letting out a long, weary sigh as he ruffled my hair.

"Well, get some sleep. We have to wake early in the morning." He told me. I scowled, propping myself up on my elbow, only to have Sept forcefully bring me back down onto the bed.

"What for?" I demanded.

"Why, for the meeting you missed and we were forced to postpone, of course."

"I am not going."

"You will."

"And why the fuck do you think that?"

"Because now you have to play my game and my game is called do your job for as long as you can without killing someone."

"I promise nothing." I grunted, irritated. Sept just kissed me on the head again and closed his eyes. I started to get up to just leave and head to the bathroom, but Sept held me in place and I squirmed, growling.

"Sept, let me go." I hissed, but he was pretending to snore, pretending to sleep. I rolled my eyes and slumped back down to the bed in defeat. A smirk curled the corner of my lips as I buried myself against Sept, pulling the blankets closer.

Yeah, we'll just see how much fun this meeting is when I decide to play hide and seek at three in the morning.