Hellhound Born (Kasadya #3)

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this.” He adjusted his body, mimicking a meditating position.
    I glared at him, not moving an inch.
    “Now, Kasadya,” he growled at me.
    Fine!
    I pulled my legs together and followed his position.
    “Good. Now exhale deeply. Then inhale deeply.” He said starting with an exhale.
    I did the same, still glaring at him. His eyes were closed so I had the opportunity to look him over. His face was covered in stubble and looked exhausted.
    Wonder what he's been up to?
    My eyes traveled over him until I reached his chest, and suddenly I couldn’t look away. A sudden blush crept all over me and I fidgeted on the floor.
    “Close your eyes and concentrate,” he scolded, peeking at me from under his lashes.
    Now completely red from top to toe, I closed my eyes and breathed as I was told.
    This is stupid and lame. I could do a lot more with my time .
    After what seemed like an endless hour, he finally came back to earth.
    “Good, tomorrow we will do the same again. When you find yourself in a position where you feel like suffocating, or uneasy, you need to do the same breathing technique,” he said, getting up from his seated position.
     
    I stood up and rolled my eyes at him.
    Yeah right. Like I have time to play around .
    “Go get something to eat. I will join you and the others.” He indicated the door to my left.
    I turned and left without as much as a peep. He was acting like there was nothing to stress about. Like we weren’t all going to die! By the time I registered that I was in the hallway where my other room was located, I was fuming again. I reached the stairs and stopped.
    “We are the champions my friends. We'll keep on fighting to the ennnnd.” The voices screeched along with the old Queen song.
    I didn’t even notice the racket until that moment. Making my way down the stairs, I found most of the gang in the lounge, watching as three cats apparently died a painful death. Lotan and Lada sat on the couch laughing while Ben and Max stood at the table, watching. At the iPod station was Nanini, Raven and Abby, singing their heads off. The moment gave me pause and I was unable to look away. Max got up and walked over to me, a painful expression on his face.
     
    “They won’t shut up,” Max complained.
    I looked at him and then back at the girls, who were obviously enjoying themselves. Nanini screeched like a cat while the other two tried to reach the low notes. It was an awful noise and a laugh escaped me.
    “Let them be. They don’t get enough moments to enjoy themselves,” Zurita said suddenly from behind me. I turned to look at her and gave a slow nod.
    Yeah, let them have fun, in a few moments all fun would be gone and we will be trying to save the earth again.
    Z urita motioned me to follow her. Avoiding her wouldn’t help, so I followed her. She walked into the kitchen where Caim was already fixing breakfast. I planted myself at the table and watched them. Zurita walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
    Wow, these two don’t have a problem with the whole bond thing.
     
    Feeling out of place, I averted my eyes, trying to avoid their kissing scene.
    “So, Kas. Michael tells me that you have been chosen for divinity,” Zurita said.
    Assuming the coast was clear, I focused my attention back on her.
    “That's apparently so.”
    She walked over and handed me a mug of coffee.
    “Do you know what it is?” She asked.
    She sat down in front of me, her eyes piercing mine. I felt out of place and really dumb at that moment.
      Did everyone know all the details except me?
      “Sort of,” I replied.
    She raised her eyebrows at me, making me feel even more stupid.
    “Divinity is when you transform from one form to an Arch form. Did you know that you will also receive a gift from our Sire?” she questioned, pretty amused with herself.
     
    “No.” I replied, taking a few sips from my mug.
    Clearly she was in a “rubbing it in” mood.
    “Yes, just like Michael and the rest, you will

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