eat,” he said, gesturing towards to food.
Addison frowned.
“What do you mean we will go to class? That’s not necessary, Archer. Nothing will happen to me while I’m in a lecture. You could just drop me off and pick me up. Hell, even that’s paranoid.”
He grinned.
“You won’t even notice I’m there. I’ll use my stealth card.” Archer’s phone rang; he looked at the number and cursed. “Yeah?” he answered. He listened intently for a little while then nodded, even though the person on the other end obviously couldn’t see him. “Thanks, Quinn. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
Archer looked at Addison apologetically. “Sorry beauty, I got some business to take care of. Looks like Jake is gonna be your study partner today. Jake! Get your butt back here,” Archer yelled.
Archer put his arms out for Addison. She walked to him, moulding against him as he grabbed her. He gave her a kiss that made her knees weak.
“I’ll be home by the time you get back from class. We’ll talk then.” Archer kissed her again, this time pushing her against the wall, hands fisted in her hair. Addison groaned as he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him.
She was about to motion him to the bedroom when she heard footsteps.
“Breakfast and free porn. What a lovely morning.” Archer froze without turning to face Jake, and carried Addison off to his bedroom. He shut the door and pressed her against it, giving her a final lingering kiss before he continued to get dressed. He gave her a seductive look that promised this would be continued at a later time.
“Gotta go, Addy.” He grabbed her face in both hands, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip while staring at it regretfully, and then left without another word.
***
Archer followed Quinn downstairs to the basement. There was very little light, only a dim glow, but with Archer’s superior eyesight, seeing in the dark wasn’t difficult. The staircase was wide enough that descending took a little time. When they came to a steel door, Quinn punched in a long code and scanned his hand. The door opened soundlessly.
“Damn,” Archer exclaimed admiringly upon entering. The hall was at least twenty metres long, with about ten rooms along it. Each had one-way glass, cop-style.
“Where the hell do you get this shit?” Archer asked.
“Ah, my man. I have my ways,” Quinn answered mysteriously. Right in the middle of the hallway, the three Nephilim were contained in separate cells. Each cell had plain white walls, no furniture, and was about the size of a small bathroom. The man on the left was pacing in a circle as large as the room allowed. He had short black hair and a goatee. The leader was in the centre. He had red hair and was lying on the floor, staring motionlessly at the ceiling. He looked calm as hell. The last Nephilim had long black hair and was standing facing the wall, hands and forehead pressed against it. Bingo; he was first.
Archer nodded his head to the cell, and Quinn obligingly opened it, using his fingerprints to gain access. Archer slid in alone, and the Nephilim pushed away from the wall and moved to the other side of the cell, despite the fact that Archer could still reach out and grab him if he really wanted to.
“Do you know who I am?” Archer asked. The Nephilim said nothing. “Guess you want to do this the hard way.” The man went flying, crashing into the wall. Archer mentally cut off his air supply. It wouldn’t kill him, but it hurt like hell. He started choking, his mouth moving wordlessly. Archer kept it up for a few more moments before allowing the Nephilim to drop to the floor.
“Ready now?” he asked patiently, but not without menace.
“Yes,” the Nephilim wheezed, clutching his chest.
“Again, do you know who I am?”
“Yes. You are Archius, the firstborn Nephilim, son of Samyaza. One of the Vertalur,” he rasped, still recovering.
“See, now I feel like I’m at a disadvantage, because I don’t
Addison frowned.
“What do you mean we will go to class? That’s not necessary, Archer. Nothing will happen to me while I’m in a lecture. You could just drop me off and pick me up. Hell, even that’s paranoid.”
He grinned.
“You won’t even notice I’m there. I’ll use my stealth card.” Archer’s phone rang; he looked at the number and cursed. “Yeah?” he answered. He listened intently for a little while then nodded, even though the person on the other end obviously couldn’t see him. “Thanks, Quinn. I’ll be over in ten minutes.”
Archer looked at Addison apologetically. “Sorry beauty, I got some business to take care of. Looks like Jake is gonna be your study partner today. Jake! Get your butt back here,” Archer yelled.
Archer put his arms out for Addison. She walked to him, moulding against him as he grabbed her. He gave her a kiss that made her knees weak.
“I’ll be home by the time you get back from class. We’ll talk then.” Archer kissed her again, this time pushing her against the wall, hands fisted in her hair. Addison groaned as he lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him.
She was about to motion him to the bedroom when she heard footsteps.
“Breakfast and free porn. What a lovely morning.” Archer froze without turning to face Jake, and carried Addison off to his bedroom. He shut the door and pressed her against it, giving her a final lingering kiss before he continued to get dressed. He gave her a seductive look that promised this would be continued at a later time.
“Gotta go, Addy.” He grabbed her face in both hands, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip while staring at it regretfully, and then left without another word.
***
Archer followed Quinn downstairs to the basement. There was very little light, only a dim glow, but with Archer’s superior eyesight, seeing in the dark wasn’t difficult. The staircase was wide enough that descending took a little time. When they came to a steel door, Quinn punched in a long code and scanned his hand. The door opened soundlessly.
“Damn,” Archer exclaimed admiringly upon entering. The hall was at least twenty metres long, with about ten rooms along it. Each had one-way glass, cop-style.
“Where the hell do you get this shit?” Archer asked.
“Ah, my man. I have my ways,” Quinn answered mysteriously. Right in the middle of the hallway, the three Nephilim were contained in separate cells. Each cell had plain white walls, no furniture, and was about the size of a small bathroom. The man on the left was pacing in a circle as large as the room allowed. He had short black hair and a goatee. The leader was in the centre. He had red hair and was lying on the floor, staring motionlessly at the ceiling. He looked calm as hell. The last Nephilim had long black hair and was standing facing the wall, hands and forehead pressed against it. Bingo; he was first.
Archer nodded his head to the cell, and Quinn obligingly opened it, using his fingerprints to gain access. Archer slid in alone, and the Nephilim pushed away from the wall and moved to the other side of the cell, despite the fact that Archer could still reach out and grab him if he really wanted to.
“Do you know who I am?” Archer asked. The Nephilim said nothing. “Guess you want to do this the hard way.” The man went flying, crashing into the wall. Archer mentally cut off his air supply. It wouldn’t kill him, but it hurt like hell. He started choking, his mouth moving wordlessly. Archer kept it up for a few more moments before allowing the Nephilim to drop to the floor.
“Ready now?” he asked patiently, but not without menace.
“Yes,” the Nephilim wheezed, clutching his chest.
“Again, do you know who I am?”
“Yes. You are Archius, the firstborn Nephilim, son of Samyaza. One of the Vertalur,” he rasped, still recovering.
“See, now I feel like I’m at a disadvantage, because I don’t
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