A groan left me, shifting my face to rub it against the soft pillowcase. The same pillowcase I'd been waking on frequently.

"Faelyn."

A groan left me, hand swinging blindly back. "No."

The Hell happened last night? My mind was attempting to sluggishly piece the missing part of the night back in place. Something hard thumped my shoulder before dropping on the pillow before my face. A yawn escaped as I grabbed it. Phone. It audibly slapped the side of my face, stinging but too tired to care. My hand slid off, the thing magically staying there.

"Mm."

There was a muffled sound. Eric groaned in annoyance behind me, cold fingers brushing my face before the phone was lifted. I started sinking into sleep again.

SMACK!

"OW!" I shriek in more alarm than pain.

The blanket was half tossed, cold air hitting my skin as my other hand rubbed my ass where Eric hit. He looked more than amused and proud of himself as I shot the nastiest look I could at him.

"The fuck?!"

"Fae?"

I blink, anger slipping to utter confusion. Where…

"Who the fuck is that?" I ask while looking to Eric.

He merely quirked a brow, lofting the glowing screen at me.

"Faelyn."

My head flops back, flopping half onto Eric's chest. "What?"

"Uh, this is Chris."

I frown, looking up at the phone. It must have been too long of a silence. "You kept calling me Lovely Eyes?"

I lit up, grinning instantly. It slid to a devious smirk. Oh, I had given him my number. "Well hello, Lovely Eyes," I purr, uncaring to Eric still there holding the phone. "How can I help you?"

There was a slightly shaking breath on his end. "There…There's a guy here asking for you."

All flirting vanished, Eric stiff as well as I. "Who?" I could hear the human male's frightened breathing. "Give them the phone, Chris."

The phone shuffled before the faintest of breathing was heard, even with my now better hearing. Teeth brushed my lip, cutting and healing just as quickly.

"Fae, dear?"

My eyes closed, utterly relieved. "Jesus of fuck, Dad," I huff, sitting up. "I thought it was another trap or something."

There was a pause on his end. "I may have an issue, my dear."

That had me stilling from getting from the bed. "Pardon?"

"For the first time in centuries I've actually forgotten a night. I seem to have lost my phone and things. Be a dear and come pick Daddy up from this human before I eat him. I'm rather famished."

That….I was giggling madly, having to cover my face. My feet slid to the floor, pausing a moment in a hint of confusion. But the memory slid back as soon as I questioned in my mind. I wore one of Eric's black v-neck shirts, nothing under it. Seemed I'd snatched it from his laundry when we got home.

But something rang oddly as my mind woke. I shifted back, remaining sitting. One leg curled up, turned to look toward Eric still lounging. He lifted his brows as the furl of my brows.

"So, Sookie was asking after Lyle. She was wanting to invite him to a dinner or something," I say, shifting the blanket with my other hand to create sound like I was dressing.

"Lyle? I'll have to ask him."

Clicked. Rage flooded me, thankfully already in demon form. Sadly it was something that I couldn't control once I fell asleep.

"Where did you say you were, Daddy? I'm almost dressed."

Eric was frowning at the phone at this point as well. His attention was focused, acutely listening as I did. His hearing was far better. An address was rattled out, echoed from Lovely Eyes in the background. It was possibly the human's home.

"Alright. Let me just tell Eric and Pam that I'll be busy for a bit and I'll head your way."

"Such a good daughter," he says as if pleased. "Don't make me wait too long, dear."

He hung up. I was up in a flurry of motion, steps hard as my anger forced the heat to the max. I heard Eric up and moving as I was dialing.

"Well, this is a surprise," father's amused purr says in answer before the second ring. I hear a light shift. "And it's not even my birthday. Wishing to hunt again?"
"Balial, I think you'll want to know there is somebody posing as you," I growl while jerking bottoms on blindly. There was no underwear, too rushed.

The silence was stiff from his end. "What?" There was the demonic toned growl. Could call it a light snarl if you wanted.

The phone was set to the dresser as I ripped Eric's shirt off. "Yeah, just got a call from somebody using a human's phone. Claimed to be you. Sounded like you. Words were wrong. Missed a deal of clues. Trying to get me to head to them with the claim that you needed picked up."

"What a moron," Father snorts. "I'd never call for a ride when I can easily get about. Allow me to gather you. Be ready, my dear."
"Have I told you that you're the best Daddy I could have hoped for after Antony?"

"High praise," he sounds, actually sounding pleased with this compliment. "But do refrain from calling me 'Daddy'. Too many females prefer to use it in another fashion. I'd dearly hate to confuse the two."

I gave a near bark of a laugh, lifting the phone. Eric was waiting at the door, dressed again in dark jeans and a black tank.

"Jesus. What the fuck is even with that? Some sick fetish that just grew into a common place thing? I'd rip my own vocal cords out before using it as anything like that."

"Be a dear and bring that boss of yours. We'll take mine."

Click.

I glance to Eric, unashamed of his eyes flicking over the black bra that was anything but pretty. "It's a type of sports bra, Eric. Meant to hold instead of flatter. Staring won't make it look any better."

"Here I was thinking you were rather like Pam and preferred the pretty things."

I pout up at him with a playful gleam in my eyes. "I do prefer pretty underclothing. Gives you this sort of boost. Not like I need it. My vanity, if you want to call it that. But I've learned my lesson since moving to this state. Father's a very messy person and likes to instigate it." My hands slap to my chest, cupping over the smashed lumps. A huge grin is aimed at him. "Ugly as this thing is compared to my usual, this is definitely comfortable and worth it. Keeps them out of the way as well. Plus, best damned support I've ever had. Almost makes me wonder if I should leave underwire behind."

His eyes lit with something fit for a bedroom, smirk sliding up the left side in a near leer. "Care to put it to the test?"

I shrug, hands lifting and jumping up and down in a way that usually got a deal of movement from the chest. Hardly much, moved a bit but as one mass. I beam at him, hands motioning at the chest as I stop.

"Told you. Worth it. Plus, blood doesn't show on it."

His shirt is lifted, tugged back on. Mostly out of being too lazy to get another shirt, but to be an ass as a very near second. Rubber sandals slip onto my feet, already moving for him at the doorway. He stepped back, easily missing my arm flailing a little while getting the shirt on.

He did dodge to the side with less than a hair of the wallet smacking his head from behind. No hands were used, bouncing down the steps two at a time as the wallet slid into my back pocket without being touched. Pam frowned, rising from pulling on her heels by the door.

"Where are you two going? You're not even dressed."

Hands to her hips, she glowered at the both of us. "Eric," she cuts with drama as the door swings open. Perfect timing.

"Do hurry!" Father calls, hand shifting away from the horn. He'd been ready to blare it for our attention. I took a leap, as if to skip from the slightly lifted concrete porch. Arms out, I didn't touch ground until by the car.

Eric was there in a breath, already seated in the only open seat. I didn't even question, tossing playfully over the door to fall on Eric and a hint on Father. Feet in the air, Father was slamming backwards. I crowed laughter, toes curling tight at the flip flops to not lose them.

Father's arm lifts almost in a lazy shift. It flops my head to his leg. I beam up at him, nearly sadistic grin a curl that didn't show teeth. But those eyes were alight, as were my own.

"We should take the road to our favorite hunting area in reverse," I state to him.

The tires squealed, car sliding before we shot forward in a faster burst than prior. A hand lifts, grasping at Eric to help sit up.

"Help me up, Eric."