Chapter 6 Choices

Patricia gave them each their orders and handed Faelon a folded piece of paper.

"It is my number if you ever want to have better company," she said softly. Faelon cocked his brow and crumpled the paper and tossed it back at her. It bounced off her chest and to the floor.

"Your behavior is horrendous, don't expect a tip," he growled firmly, causing the waitress to open and close her mouth like a fish gulping air. Sophia stifled her grin and unwrapped her napkin-wrapped utensils. After the waitress left them in a huff Sophia glanced over at Faelon.

"You should have kept that number, Patricia is well known amongst the menfolk for giving great blowjobs," she said bluntly, causing Faelon to choke on the bite of food he had taken prior. After wiping his mouth he smirked at Sophia.

"I wouldn't want that female's mouth anywhere near my member. She is a very ugly person," he replied uncaringly. Sophia blinked her eye at him then turned to look at the stunning redhead. Did he truly find her ugly, she wondered.

"Do you need eyeglasses? Patricia, although very ill-mannered, is a beautiful woman," she said softly. Faelon rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"You are ten times more lovely than she," Faelon told her sincerely and felt his heart start beating rapidly in the chest. Frowning from it he gazed down from the odd look the woman across from him was giving him. Sophia tilted her head and sniffed the air causing her to frown.

"Do you smell a burnt sulfur odor?" She asked curiously Faelon glanced around the establishment through the lattice work and saw Lucifer sitting at a table watching them both. Lucifer was invisible to the entire diner except for him. Faelon eyed Sophia and found it odd that she could smell the devil. Lucifer waved his hand at Faelon indicating that he wished to speak with him. Faelon exhaled deeply, placed his fork down, and excused himself by saying he needed to use the restroom. Sophia nodded and pointed to the other side of the diner telling him they were located that way. Faelon headed toward the location and gestured to Lucifer to follow after him. Once inside the single-person room Lucifer placed his hand against Faelon's chest and frowned.

"Your heart is beating," he grunted.

"No shit, Sherlock," Faelon stated firmly. Lucifer rubbed his eyes in frustration. He looked sternly at Faelon.

"She is a human, you are my left hand, Faelon. Nothing can come from you putting your sites on her. You will end up hurting her since you cannot love. You should give Cora a chance. She's a lovely female and closer genetically to you than that human." Faelon scowled at the devil.

"Explain to me how that human can smell your presence then? I can't even do that but she smelled hell and I saw you," Faelon questioned curiously causing Lucifer to look uneasy.

"I want to meet this human," Lucifer said briskly and Faelon shook his head.

"You cannot simply appear before her, boss and if you were to meet her she will know that you carry the stench of hell," Faelon stated forcefully and Lucifer grinned.

"Fine, left hand. You've made a valid point. I suggest that you discover if she's saintly because if not she has been marked by a demon," Lucifer said urgently.

"Her name is Sophia Parks and her ex-boyfriend Vincent Mathis abused her horrifically," Faelon stated harshly. Lucifer frowned and rubbed his chin.

"I need to look something up, I will meet with you again, Faelon," Lucifer frowned, snapped his fingers, and disappeared. As Faelon exited the restroom a gentleman was waiting to use the facility and eyed him oddly.

"Just you in there chatting with yourself?" He mumbled candidly and entered the toilet. Faelon scowled as he made his way through the diner to the table he shared with Sophia. She glanced up at him with a grin.

"Thought you either got lost or ditched me," she said softly and Faelon shook his head.

"Neither as I am here," he replied and got situated in the booth. He lifted his fork and started eating once again. Thinking about what Lucifer had said he glanced across the table at the intriguing female.

"Are you a Godly human?" he asked, causing Sophia to close her single eye and mumble, human.

"Aren't we all human?" She responded incredulously and giggled strangely.

"As for your strange question…I was at one time in my life but after my shit-storm relationship I kinda turned my back on God and the church…why are you asking that very odd question?" She asked, eyeing him openly. Faelon curled his lip and shook his head. He had finished his meal and felt satisfied. He sat back and patted his stomach.

"That was good, different from what I am used to but satisfying," he said, avoiding her question. Sophia's single eye narrowed as she sighed, "right." Patricia came by with the ticket and Faelon handed the redhead his debit card. She looked at it and said, "you have a very unique name, you must be from Europe. Huh?" Faelon gave her a condescending look and told her bluntly, "nope." Sophia was listening to the exchange and once Patricia left with the payment asked him where he was from and if he was there for business or pleasure. Faelon clasped his hands together and looking straight into Sophia's one eye said, "a bit of both I am hoping."

"You should have kept Patricia's number then," she replied, making him frown.

"I was hoping that you might want to go out with me again. Perhaps you could show me around this quaint town and all it has to offer?" Faelon suggested softly, almost groveling. It was something he was very unaccustomed to and he felt like he was failing miserably. Sophia shrugged.

"It is really a crappy time to come here. The winter sucks. It's a tourist trap during the summer," she said nonchalantly.

"Would you let me take you out?" He questioned once again and Sophia was hesitant. She looked away from Faelon's intense eyes and sighed.

"I don't wish to get you involved in my issues. It would be best if we just remain friendly acquaintances," she answered, causing Faelon's heart to pain him. When the waitress returned with his card he signed the receipt and put a zero for the tip.

"Thanks for lunch, I will treat you next time. I have to return to work," Sophia mumbled in a rush and dashed off toward the hotel entrance. He stood there with his mouth open. She had agreed to eat with him again, he thought and grinned slightly as he headed the same way she had. Faelon needed to stretch his wings so he went to his room and removed his shirt. He rotated his shoulders and his black wings unfurled in the small bedroom. He flapped them a couple of times. The downdraft they produced caused the lamp to be knocked off the stand and the pictures on the wall to fall and shatter. The bed made a loud cracking sound. He tucked his wings back and bit his lower lip at the mess he'd caused.

"Fuck, I am going to need a new room," he growled low and quickly got his things packed. Putting his shirt back on he lifted the phone as he pressed the star button and heard the phone ring. Sophia's pleasant voice answered.

"There was an incident in my room…it has been destroyed," he said softly, like a child who was going to get a spanking.

"I will be up in a moment," Sophia mumbled and hung up. Faelon stepped over the pieces of broken glass and stood in the middle of the room when the knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," he mumbled and the door opened to Sophia holding a broom and dustpan. She looked at the disaster and then at Faelon in the middle of it all.

"What happened?" She gasped as she dropped the broom and surveyed everything.

"I'm not certain, I was washing my hands and came back to this, weird huh?" He said grimly.

"Go down, ask Otis for another room, and tell him I will explain why in a bit," she huffed, stepping over the shattered lamp and handing Faelon his duffel bag that was on the dresser.

"Do you need any help?" He asked at the doorway and Sophia shook her head and waved him off. Faelon left reluctantly and Sophia walked carefully around the room. She noticed something odd and bent over to pick it up. In her fingers, she held a large black feather and more confusion filled her.

Faelon was at the counter with Otis when she rushed to the desk holding the feather in her fingers.

"A huge fucking chicken got into the hotel and trashed our guest's room," Sophia shouted and placed the feather on the counter. Faelon's eyes widened at his obvious wing feather and he stifled the chuckle that wanted to escape.

"chickens! Goodness gracious, what next…dead people and now destructive chickens," Otis groaned rubbing his old eyes.

"Get mister Ogrith a new room dear while I check storage for more furniture," he mumbled sourly as he headed toward the back. Sophia was punching information into the computer and got another keycard.

"I am putting you into the largest room here. I am certain that no winged animals will be able to destroy anything in there. Room 209," she said with a grin and handed him the new card. Their fingers brushed together and Faelon felt an odd pulse go straight to his shaft. He hardened instantly and turned quickly so she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. As he continued up the stairs he heard Sophia say that she was keeping the feather because it must have been off one hell of a large chicken. Faelon hissed as he continued up the stairs. As he approached his new room he saw a dark shadow moving toward him. It was a reaper and it wished to converse.