Speak Thy Name (The Nephilim Book 3) by Dana Marie Bell

Author:Dana Marie Bell [Bell, Dana Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dana Marie Bell
Published: 2017-05-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 16

A persistent banging on his door woke Damien at some god-awful time of the morning. Hell, when he opened his eyes it was still freakin’ dark out. “What?” he yelled, hoping whoever it was would go away. Damn it, was he ever going to get some sleep?

Gio’s deep voice invaded his room. “Rafe’s awake. Gabriel wants us all down in the dining room.”

That woke him up. “On my way.”

He almost fell out of the bed in his rush to get to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and his hair, did his business, and was dressed before he could fully open his eyes. Out the door he raced, his bare feet skidding on the hallway carpet before he gained traction. Down the stairs he ran, two at a time, thumping so loudly that if Rafe hadn’t been awake that would have done it.

He grabbed the edge of the opening into the dining room and used his momentum to turn into the room, stuttering to a halt when he saw his brothers staring at him. Even Piotr was there, his gray eyes filled with amusement, his pale blond hair pulled back in a queue. He looked perfect, as always, in his gunmetal-gray suit.

Seth sat to Piotr’s right, his light brown hair messed up and his blue-gray eyes filled with sleepiness. His suit wasn’t nearly as pristine as Piotr’s, but at least he’d shaved, unlike Dante. Dante stood behind Seth, silently watching everyone the way he always did, both protectively and at the same time sizing them up, making sure they were fit for duty. Gio sat across from Piotr, chatting quietly with Sasha. Zeke sat in the seat closest to the dining room doorway, drinking coffee and blinking blearily. Micah was at the foot of the table, watching the head. The table was meant to seat ten, and for the first time in months it did just that.

His family was once more complete.

Damien took his seat next to Seth. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Seth passed over his coffee cup.

Damien grunted in gratitude and took a long sip before passing it back. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

Gabriel sat at the head of the table, Rafael seated at his right, next to Gio. Rafael looked like hammered shit. His face was cut and bruised, his left cheek worse than his right. Damien was almost certain it would scar. His hazel eyes were bloodshot, his bronzed skin ashy and pale. Even his hair, usually so immaculate, was wild, smooshed on one side and sticking out on the other. He sat hunched over, his arms over his stomach, obviously in pain. Damien almost protested his presence. Surely they could wait until Rafe was healed more. But the determination on Rafael’s face stilled his protest before he could voice it. There was something in his brother’s puffy face that made him think that, whatever it was Rafael had to tell them, it was urgent that they hear it.

“Good morning,” Gabriel said quietly. His calm demeanor was back, but from the sideways glances he kept sending Rafe, Gabriel was still concerned for the Azar’s health.

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