Fuck, I really don’t like these premonitions being so damn real.
“What that hell was that? What’s wrong?!” Addy is screaming for Dad as the guys watch me, waiting for me to explain what I saw.
“Shut the fuck up, Adeline,” Orion growls at her, and I growl at him, making him smirk. “She was giving me a fucking headache. I promised not to kill your loved ones, I didn’t promise to be nice. Well, except for your human parents.” He shrugs, and I groan.
“You are such an asshole sometimes.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he laughs.
“You already knew that. Now, what did you see?”
“Another vision?” Addy asks, surprised. “I thought your panic attack got worse and we lost you for a minute.” She’s much calmer now, but the door is thrown open with a thud as Dad busts into the room.
“What’s going on?” he bellows, automatically scanning the room until he sees me sitting on the couch. Bry must have moved me while my brain was occupied with the vision.
“Harleigh had another vision,” Brian explains as Darren walks in behind Dad, and looks around the room.
“Shit. What was all the screaming about, then?” Dad asks, making his way over to sit with us while Darren closes the door before joining him on the couch.
“Adeline had a meltdown because she thought Harleigh was hyperventilating,” Orion says in a bored tone, and I narrow my eyes at him again.
“Watch it, O.”
“What? It’s not like this is the first time she’s seen you have a premonition.”
“It’s been months!” Addy screeches, and Darren pulls her onto the couch, trying to settle her down.
“Settle down, BlueBell,” he mocks, and she hits him in the stomach hard enough to make him wince.
“Stop calling me that.” She narrows her eyes at him, and he stiffens before closing his eyes and turning away from her.
“You fuck off with that shit!” he hisses at her, and she cackles, all of us watching the exchange.
“Then don’t be an asshole,” she states, and I lift my eyebrow at her. “I just gave him a little vision of his own.” She giggles, and he gags.
“Stay out of my head. That was disgusting.” He shudders, and everyone laughs.
“Anyway, back to the premonition.” Dad brings us back on point easily enough. “What did you see?”
I take a deep breath and relax into my seat before I relay the vision to them.
“So, Raphael is keeping things from them,” Brian states, and I shrug.
“Sounds like it? Unless he doesn’t know that Grandpa has given us the okay to fix this?”
“It’s so weird that you call the Father, Grandpa.” Colt shakes his head.
“Not the important part,” Dad says, leaning forward, so his elbows are resting on his thighs. “Alexander didn’t know either. If it were just him, I would say they had kept things from him, but I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” He takes a deep breath, and looks around at all of us. “It sounds like he’s keeping things from a lot of them. You said there were thirty people there?”
I nod.
“Give or take, yeah.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and calls Lucifer, putting him on speaker.
“Is everything alright?” His voice is gravelly through the phone.
“Not exactly,” Dad says, and locks eyes with me. “Harleigh had a premonition, and Raph has around thirty people with him.” Gramps is silent for a moment as he thinks.
“So it’s more than just the council,” he surmises, and Dad nods, confirming it to us in the room.
“Seems like they don’t know much. I don’t think they knew what they were getting themselves into.”
“What do you mean?” Gramps asks.
Dad looks at me, and I move forward in my seat to be closer to the phone.
“There was surprise when Raphael told them they were going up against you.”
“Interesting,” Gramps says.
“There’s another thing.” I look at everyone before continuing. “He doesn’t seem to know Grandpa has given the go ahead. He told them that, when it comes to me, you don’t care about the balance.” I take a deep breath. “I can’t know for sure, but he sounded genuine when he said it.”
“I wouldn’t care about the balance, baby girl. You’re my family, and I would raise Hell to Earth if it meant protecting you. I don’t give a shit about consequences if it means keeping you safe.” I swallow the lump of emotion in my throat.
“I know, Gramps.” I smile at the phone, knowing he may not be able to see me, but he can sense it.
“We have to assume they know everything, and plan accordingly. If there is something they don’t know, it will just work in our favour,” he states, and we all agree with him. “When are they planning on the attack?”
“Still summer.” I swallow hard. “Some wanted to do it now, but Raphael said it had to be this summer. That they all needed more time to prepare, and that was final.”
