Chapter 230: The Devil’s Hounds
Even though I had calmed down significantly with the guys around, the house apparently disagreed. We were locked in my room until the sun rose the next morning, waking us all up.
"Too fucking early," hissed Sloth as he buried his head even deeper into the crook of my neck. "Someone hit something."
His ridiculous demand made me giggle as the others around us shifted around, clearly no more interested in getting up than Sloth was. Looking around my bed at the seven demons and hellhound, I felt safe and content.
Whoever had created the illusion, whether he was my Père or not, wasn’t dealing with a terrified child who had been alone all her life. I now had people who cared about me around me, and that was enough.
"Do you want some breakfast?" murmured a deep voice off to my side. Turning my head, I saw Chang Xuefeng still leaning against the door, his weapon within arm’s reach even now.
"Breakfast would be good, Daddy" I smiled at him. "Were you awake all night long? Aren’t you sleepy?"
"Of course," chuckled Chang Xuefeng as he pushed back his hood. I could clearly see his ’human’ face with his mismatched eyes and the scar cutting through the blue one, but I could also see so much more.
"You were scared, and all the other pricks weren’t staying away after knowing that they could all fit in your bed."
"So you guarded me all night long?" I sighed, closing my eyes as I felt arms around me, lifting me up and out of the puppy pile.