Zhalia leaned against the closed door, waiting for the stinging in her heart to stop. Jealous was something she couldn't afford especially with the kind of past she had, but walking into the passionate atmosphere just undid her. Cameo was the female warrior's name and for some reason she wanted to punch her for just being close to him. Rubbing her face, she made her way to where she thought was the kitchen, but ended up in the game room. Ten minutes later, she arrived at the empty clean kitchen, made her way to the umm…empty refrigerator and slumped into the closest chair. These warriors have been in and out on missions that they have no time to get together and eat.
She grinned and transported to the local store, scaring a few morals, but ignored it and filled a cart of delicious food. The oily face cashier boy winked at her, scanning the products and tried to talk properly through his mouth fill of metal, but ended up spiting over the counter. "Thank you, brace face." She disappeared before his frighten eyes with the groceries and began to make her scrumptious plates.
Two hours later, Zhalia had seven different types of plates to feed and army or enough to feed the ravenous warriors crowding the doorway.
"Smells like heaven," Aeron and Reyes, praised.
Gideon shoved Reyes and Strider away from the door and inhaled dramatically. "Gods, Torin better keep her." Zhalia blushed as Cameo glared at her from the corner of the kitchen, eating her pasta plate. She was the only warrior besides the females allowed in because she wasn't drooling over the food. Reyes punched Gideon, regaining his spot back, while Amun gazed at the Cameo's food. Strider yanked Reyes, taking his crowded spot next to Aeron.
Reyes glanced at Cameo, nose flaring. "I agree that she stays. I like her as a new sister. But why is Cameo eating the food and we are not."
Licking her lips, Cameo threw a piece of pasta at the warriors, who started to fight each other for it and in the end Reyes, keeper of pain, won the pasta. "That's why." Everyone flinched at her voice.
"Why is everyone blocking the entrance of the kitchen and why are you fighting for a piece of pasta," Lucien asked, calmly.
Reyes moaned at the sweet taste. "It not just a piece of pasta, I think it's a piece of heaven, gods so good." Danika giggled at his reaction, stood up with a piece of spicy breast chicken on her fork, and fed it to Reyes, who greedily ate it.
"Sweetheart," Aeron begged, longing at the food on Olivia's plate. "Can you mouth fed me too?" Olivia wickedly smiled and fed him a piece of the barbeque rib, while Gwen came to "steal" a couple of plates to take to Sabin.
Zhalia finally finished placing all the plates on the dinner table with the help of Scarlet and Ashlyn. "I'm kinda scared to let them in. I feel like they are going to attack the table," Scarlet said, helping Ashlyn into a chair.
"No they won't," snapped Lucien.
"They better not hurt, Ashlyn," growled Maddox at the same time.
"I will make sure they don't," Sabin said behind the group. Ashlyn turned to faced Maddox, who grip the backs of the warriors and jerk them from the doorway. Her face lightened up at the sight of him, while he shuffled to sit next to her.
Anxiously, Zhalia paused at the sink, waiting for Maddox to verbally attack her, or at least glare at her, but his attention was all for his woman. The other warriors fought for their plates after giving their women a small caress or hungry stare. She longed to have a person stare at her with that much passion and willing to die for her, but that was just wishful thinking. Yet, Torin's name scampered in her mind. She grabbed her apology dessert plate for Maddox, tip-toed to him and set in before him. He glared. "I wanted to apologize for insulting you and your mate. I truly didn't mean it. I promise I will take this more serious as I do my job." Zhalia stretched out her hand to Maddox. "After dinner, I will do a complete analysis on her and check if she is on track to get a healthy labor."
Maddox shook her hand. "Apology accepted." She sighed in relief.
"Flowers," called a female voice. Lucien's nostril flared as he glided to a female named Anya. "I missed you in bed. I thought you were going to get something for us to eat and come back to me." She caressed his chest, glanced at Zhalia. "You must be Torin's woman. Finally Mr. Virgin will drop his gadgets and instead drop his pants."
Zhalia closed her eyes, rubbed her temple and thought, why did everyone assume she was Torin's? "I'm just here to help with the deliver of the twins and nothing more."
"Maybe you should take Torin some food, since we can't go near him," Lucien suggested, disappearing out the kitchen with Anya.
"Oh goodie flowers," laughed Anya. "Hey, William I ripped a few more pages from your book."
William! Zhalia froze at the familiar voice that answered Anya and pissed off Lucien. It can't be, anyone one but him! She dashed out the kitchen, appalling everyone when she cursed like a sailor.
William's eyes widened at her, hiding a small female figure behind him. "Zhaliana," gasped William, producing a sword in hand, while the others nervously waiting for an explanation.
She cringed at her old name. "Don't call me that vile name!" The small teenage girl glared daggers at her. Must have a crush on him, she presumed. "What in hell are you doing here?" She swiftly snatched a weapon from Reyes, who had the most available.
Anya stepped closed to William, glancing at both of them. "William what is going on? She turned to Zhalia. "You put that weapon down or else." Lucien moved to protect her, while the others didn't know who to tackle down.
"Anya this isn't your concern," snapped William, twirling the sword. "Get Gilly out of here, now."
"I will not leave you William," Gilly angrily replied, gripping his left arm. "Who is she? One of your ex-lovers." William ignored her.
Zhalia winced at the disgusting imagine. "Well, it seems you didn't tell them about me. Do they even know who you are related too?"
"Danika, get your friend up to her room now." William faced turned red in pure rage, gently shoving Gilly off his arm.
Lucien calmly said, "Put the weapons down now and let's talk about what the hell is going on here."
"Or we can tied the both of you down into a chair, so we can figure out what is going on," snarled Sabin, climbing down the stairs with Gwen.
She should have listened to Lucien advice it would have been less painful, but instead the event went down like Sabin's threat. Fifteen minutes later, three chairs broken, few minor injuries, everyone except Zhalia and William sat comfortably in the living room. William still struggled to get free, while Zhalia knew it was hopeless. Though she was starting to get an itch. Torin replaced Gilly and Danika, who were upstairs, and stood with a painful expression on his face in the corner away from everyone.
"You never did know when to quit, you coward," asked Zhalia, squirming under Torin's stare. "Should I begin or should you?"
Sighing, William snapped," Zhaliana."
She cringed. "What are you a child?" The warriors groaned and rolled their eyes at the petty argument.
"Enough," command Lucien, rubbing his head. "I'm starting to get a headache from this bickering."
"William, explain now or I will rip out pages from your book," threaten Anya, hitting him on the head.
"The Book you still have it with you?" wondered Zhalia, ignore her body's reaction to Torin. "I can't believe you still have it. That book is a bunch of bullshit, uncle." Everyone froze. Shit, she thought, the cat's out of the bag.
"Uncle," squeaked Olivia. The dots started connecting until their light bulbs turned on. Zhalia stole a glance at Torin, who stood bewildered at the situation. Please, don't hate me, Zhalia projected at him. She pleaded with her eyes at him, while everyone gaped at her. He walked out of the room as Cameo went after him causing her heart to painfully tighten up.
"You're Lucifer's daughter!" Anya stated.