"There's a little drool there," he winks while he points at the corner of my mouth. Automatically I raise my hand to wipe my face. When nothing's there I know I'm busted.
"He's drool-worthy." I wink and stick out my tongue. Cass spits out his drink while he lands in a coughing fit, trying to catch his breath.
"What?" he pants. I shake my head and decide to change the subject. I take a quick glance at Gideon who catches my eyes and winks.
"So where am I exactly? Who's place is this?" Gideon puts a bowl with spaghetti on the table and starts to dish the food. He squeezes my shoulder reassuringly. "It's ours." He hands out the plates that are now filled with food.
"Eat first," he says while he puts a plate in front of me. Damn, this smells good.
"I'm a woman. I can multitask," I tease while I put the first bite in my mouth and moan when the taste explodes on my tongue.
"Wait. If I'm a ghost, do I have to eat? I mean, I'm already dead so I can't starve, right?" I ask out loud. Shit, I can't miss my burger every week. Or my chocolate, or even this spaghetti. He can feed me this every fucking night. It's like an angel pissed on my tongue.
"Hey, and if I'm a ghost and you're... Well, okay, I don't know what you all are, but I now know heaven and hell are real, are angels too? Like, are they all white and glowy and stuff?" I ramble. I put down my fork and shove my plate away. Fuck eating, I need some answers.
Cass chuckles and puts his hand on my thigh to make it stop bouncing. I stare at his hand and that same warmth I felt earlier in my chest, wraps around my heart. He puts my plate back in front of me and hands me my fork.
"You need to eat. You'll need the energy," is all he says. I sigh and take my fork out of his hand and start eating again. Roan stands up and walks around the island so he can take the seat next to me.
"To start with the most important question: yes, angels are real. And yes, they're white and glowy with huge wings. You probably won't see one until you cross over to heaven." I snort. If only they knew. He looks at me funny.
"Why do you do that?" he asks.
He sighs. "Every time I mention heaven, you act like you're not going here."
I put down my fork, again, done eating. Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore. I fidget with the hem of my sweater and swallow back the lump in my throat. I was hoping I didn't have to do this so soon. I close my eyes and scoff at myself. "Come on Lena, you never cared what others thought of you, so why would you start to now?" Yeah, I know why. Because this is different. My eyes start to water and I open them to look at the patterns on the ceiling, trying to blink my tears away.
I take a deep breath, deciding to take a leap of faith.
"Look." I start. "I've done things that I'm not proud of. When I was alive, I made decisions that were selfless and arrogant. Although I always told myself I didn't have a choice, I know that's not true. I did have a choice. I always had a choice." I whisper the last words, more to myself than to my guys.
"I killed the man who raped my mother," he whispers in my ear. I snap my head towards him and it's like everything around us freezes.
"Someone raped your mother?" I ask in a cold voice.
"I think it's clear what her powers are," Roan says in a soft voice while looking at the others.