Chap 27
Anya POV
Damian and I haven't really been spending much time together the past couple days since the last dinner we had where he told us that he saw Becky. I wanted to cry and scream and so many other symptoms of my emotions just knowing she's alive. But after he described the state she was in, I was more pissed at Donovan than I was before. He knows the type of woman she is and the lifestyle she's accustomed too, for him to make her a prisoner this entire time. It drives me toward revenge.
Since Damian still has to keep a close eye on Becky and the status of well… her life. He's been working a lot more with his family to keep up appearances. But we see each other at school and we talk on the phone every night, we speak in code words that we made after dinner that night. Just in case his room is bugged, we can give each other information without being obvious and it tracing back to us. When we exchange information.
My power has come back full force and I've been learning to actually control when thoughts come in testing it with Papa. He calls it a mental block, to try and conserve my powers. I can't tell if I feel any different or more powerful, but I've been finding myself being able to focus better when I don't have other peoples thoughts around for me to get influenced by. Which I'm thankful for.
Papa has mapped out every possible scenario we've talked through every single one. To see which one would provide the best outcome with the least amount of damage. But out of all the scenarios the best idea is to have a large diversion elsewhere on the compound and have Damian and Anya go through the office entrance and get her in and out before they realize she's gone.
Uncle Franky has been going over the information Damian provided and analyzing the picture he took. He was able to take pictures of some of the shipping manifests to see which one is tied to the Blackwells, so we can throw a wrench in his fathers plan.
The issue was our timeline just moved up, Uncle Franky is talking to Papa at a fast pace, all the while Papa just simply nods every few sentences in agreement. But based on the bits and pieces I just got doesn't seem like good news? But I could be wrong.
I raised my hand and Uncle Franky stopped and sighed and outlined the plan slower, "We need to make adjustments. Loid and Yor are going to the shipyard to postpone the deal. Giving you and Damian time to get Becky and pass her off to me for extraction. Then you both backtrack to his room, and we'll be at the rendezvous point."
I nod and repeat it back to him trying to reassure him and Papa I understand the mission. While also agreeing with Uncle Franky change in plan. If we can successfully delay the shipment we can widen the window to take her, even if it's just a few minutes.
"Make sure Yor is set to stun and not kill, okay? Her moves look pretty deadly at times." Uncle says teasingly. Papa smirks and practically gushes "She's proven herself just fine, if she weren't already working at City hall, I would say her combat skills are on par with others in the agency." I add stirring the pot "she could beat you Papa." He cuts a side glare at me, and his thoughts are scolding. But I essentially close the door to his thoughts, cutting him off and refocusing.
"If they can keep them distracted on their end. It should force them to redistribute their forces and leave the compound with fewer guards to deal with." Papa nods "We'll only have an hour window to get it all done." He looks at me "it sounds like a lot of time but at that moment in time it's going to be faster than you think. Be mindful of that." He runs his fingers through his hair obviously stressing about the entire mission. I can feel the anxiety coming off him even with my mind blocking everything around me.
Uncle Franky starts packing up everything we had out on the table saying it's getting late and he has to go. Papa nodded but didn't move from the chair, even after I went to the bathroom and showered, then changed into a sleeping gown. He was in the same spot with this worried anxious look on his face.
Just as I was about to approach, Mama walked from behind him and wrapped her arms around the back of his shoulders, draping them over his front. She nuzzles his neck and his shoulders. You can see he physically relaxes into her touch. Her voice is soft and soothing as it comes out, "Come to bed. No more worrying." He murmurs looking up at her and they share a kiss.
I slid in my room to let them have their moment but for some reason seeing that made me think of Damian. Which makes me blush since I haven't really talked about the possibility of there being an us. Which makes my face feel like it's burning hot, with the thought of him being my boyfriend. I did practically stake my claim in front of the whole school and no one's bothered us since. But I do want to know what we are.
I throw myself on my bed, thinking about my relationship with Damian. We've come so far in our friendship and physically in our relationship that I find myself craving his presence, his voice, everything about him. I look over at the time, it's a bit later than normal. But maybe I should call him…
I go back and forth on the idea for a few minutes before I decide to text him to see if he's up before calling him.
Anya - are you up?
After what felt like agonizing minutes, instead of responding, he called me. I tried not to seem too eager and let it ring twice in my hand before answering with a calm "Hey you." trying to sound cute and innocent at the same time.
"Hey" his rough sleepy voice coats my ear through the phone. It caught me off guard especially when I was just thinking about him romantically. Now my mind is going elsewhere.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." I say feeling nervous for some reason. "I called you." He responds coolly and matter of factly.
"I'm glad." I say honestly I don't know why but I just feel comfortable talking to him like this. Like I'm making myself a bit vulnerable which I haven't done with anyone but my father, and that was a recent event as well.
"Why's that?" He asks, sounding a bit amused. As much as I want to make a remark back which could leave us to banter with each other. Which I'm sure he's expecting of me, I decide to flip it on him and continue and just be blunt "Because I miss you Damian." I grip the pillow on my bed and bring it toward my chest and hug it.
He doesn't say anything right away which instantly fills me with some anxiety, but I do hear a bit rustling on his end. Did he drop the phone, is he going to fake a bad connection because I let myself be too vulnerable with him.
"I miss you too." He says finally, "I wish I could be there with you now. Laying beside you holding you in your bed."
I hold the gasp that wanted to escape at his words, he's never been so blunt before. Not about how he's feeling, most of the time I have to get cues from his thoughts. It's refreshing to have him just say what's coming to his mind.
"I'd like that actually, maybe next time I'll let you be the little spoon." He laughs but asks "What are you doing?" He says clearly wanting to change the subject, possibly embarrassed for admitting what he did aloud or perhaps not wanting to admit he wants to be a little spoon. But figured I won't let him off too easily.
"I just got out of the shower in case you're wondering I'm in a green nightgown." I cover my mouth while I giggle but over it I could hear a groan that made me stop in my tracks.
"Don't tease me Anya." He says still groaning on his end. But I decide to double down if he's going to keep making noises like that. "I'll be on my best behavior when you sleep over."
The night of the mission is the same night as the Halloween Party. He asked his brother if I could sleep over. I'm not going to lie, I'm really nervous, around the time we're supposed to come back from the party. There's a bit of time before they plan to start the sabotage, we just have to wait for the signal. Throughout which time I'll be in Damian's bedroom, with him, alone.
To some this all may sound dumb especially considering he already slept over my house and we've done a lot together. But those were different circumstances and reasons.
But I had a real thought that slipped out before my own mind could filter it.
"What if I don't want you to be." I say in a sultry voice and he chuckles in only a way that when he does it makes my chest ache to be filled with his mere presence. I think I'm starting to fully come to terms with how I feel about Damian. I'm in love with him.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, there's a lot going on in my life . ! Love the new season of the show so far :)