Seduce Me ~ The Path To Forgiveness

Path Four, Step Three: Impossible Odds

"Ughhh." I groan, rolling over as my alarm blares.

I attempt to reach over but my arm feels locked in place, the slight movement I do manage sending sharp waves of pain up my shoulder. I throw the blankets off with my other hand, smacking my alarm clock in irritation as I sit up, and glance down with bleary eyes. My arm is wrapped tight with bandages that stretch up to my shoulder, a sling fastening it firmly to my chest, and I can't help groan again as I run a hand through my disheveled hair.

"Couldn't have just been a dream." I grumble, fumbling with the knot until the makeshift sling falls to the floor.

A knock echoes through the room as I rummage through my dresser, tossing a fresh top and shorts onto the bed, and I don't bother pausing as I call back.

"Come in."

"You're up, Miss." The eldest, James, remarks as he steps into the room, leaving the door ajar behind him.

"And you're still here." I reply, rolling my eyes as we play my favorite game of stating the obvious, pulling off my grit covered top.

"You're kidding, right?" I smirk as he averts his gaze, tossing the dirty shirt into the hamper and pulling on the fresh one.

"Don't you think it would be wise to err on the side of caution? We are demons after all." He replies, turning completely away as I shimmy out of my nightpants and into my shorts.

"If you planned on doing something you woulda done it by now, and I don't think you'd care how dressed I was." I shrug, rolling my shoulder experimentally as he turns back to face me.

"You should let me retie your sling." He offers and I scoff at the worry creasing his forehead.

"Thanks for bandaging me up but I'm fine. Just a broken bone, it'll heal fast enough."

"Not broken, Miss. Shattered."

"Same difference." I shrug and he shakes his head, a knowing smirk tugging the edge of his lips as if used to this response.

"We've already begun preparing breakfast, if you're hungry." He informs politely, his brow raising curiously as he glances to his right. "That door, it leads to the adjacent room?"

"That's right." I reply, following his gaze to the out of place door, the heavy bolt on it firmly latched into place.

"I don't recall it being there the last time we were here." He muses, pushing further, but I have no desire nor reason to indulge his curiosity.

"Because it wasn't." I counter, brushing past him and into the hall.

"Why's this door locked." A gruff voice greets me and I stop, turning to where Sam stands before the room beside my own.

"I thought I told you to stay in bed, you shouldn't be up on that leg." James admonishes before I can reply.

"It's fine, doesn't even hurt. Besides, best to be nearby if she goes psycho again." He shrugs nonchalantly, as if I weren't standing right there.

"You have a literal hole in your leg. Honestly Sam, with the condition of her arm I doubt she'd stand much of a chance against any one of us." James sighs before quickly adding. "No offense ment, Miss."

"That's alright, just gonna pretend you didn't say it."

"Didn't answer me." Sam stares pointedly, twisting the knob of the bolted door.

"Cuz it's my room." I reply simply, hoping the dangerous edge in my tone will convince him to drop the matter.

"What's inside?" He pushes, raising a brow as he glances back to it.