Chapter 2
Braxton was jerked from sleep by a pounding on his
bedroom door. Gage’s voice came through the door. “Wake up. Angel invasion.”
Braxton groaned and rolled out of bed. He stumbled
in the dark, yanking on pants and a wife beater over his boxers. He yanked open
the door and blinked against the bright light. He saw Greer and Damon heading
down the stairs, her hair mussed from sleep and him dressed only in shorts.
Aradia came down the steps from Gage’s chambers, wearing one of his shirts and
her own jeans.
“Did you wake Alaria up?”
Gage turned and nodded. “Yeah. The morning sickness
is back. She said she’d be down when she was done throwing up.”
“Has Greer helped her?”
“Not yet this morning. Alaria won’t let anyone in
until she’s done.”
“What the hell are the Angels doing here at—” he
looked at his watch. “four-forty-three in the morning?”
“The fuck if I know.” The vampire yawned. “All I can
tell you is that I was sound asleep and then there was a bright light and
Gabriel was standing in my bedroom, telling me that I needed to assemble the
troops and met him and Michael in the kitchen.”
Greer’s voice carried up the stairs. “Coffee’s on!”
Alaria emerged from her room, her hair scraped back
from her face and into a ponytail. Her face was pale and drawn and there were
black smudges beneath her eyes. She spared a quick look at each of the men
before starting down the stairs. To her chagrin, she had to hold onto the
railing as she climbed down and her knees shook by the end. She went straight
to the coffee pot, pouring a cup and drinking deeply.
Gabriel looked at her with concern. “From my
knowledge of human gestation, I believe caffeine is something that should be avoided
during pregnancy.” He gestured to the coffee. “That liquid is quite high in it.”
Alaria glared at him over the rim of the cup. “Fuck
you.” She smacked the empty mug down on the counter and sat next to Aradia. “I
don’t need pregnancy advice from the son of a bitch that did the knocking up.”
“Traditionally, prospective fathers do get an
opinion in the manner in which their child grows.” Gabriel perched across from
her.