Her hands fell from her face, landing either side of her.
“I thought you two were arguing anyway,” she mumbled.
“So did I. I came up about half an hour ago to see if he was angry. He said that you convinced him that he should be patient until I actually gave it to him.”
She shrugged. “I did my best.”
“Thank you for that, by the way.”
“What else am I here for?”
“Many things.” He grinned at her and opened his mouth as if to say something else but closed it and turned his head as if he heard something. A wide grin spread across his face and he ducked out of the doorway, taking the stairs down three at a time.
She rolled her eyes and went after him.
“Have the annual angel-warlock chess Olympics begun?” she heard Zeke asked from downstairs. She heard the grin in his voice.
Beth frowned, getting downstairs just in time to hear the response and see who it was. Just down the corridor, in the dining room (which had no dining table, Beth noted), sat at a chess table, was Cassius, his back to her. Opposite him sat Sam.
Sam laughed at Zeke as he pulled up a chair and sat beside them. “Just a casual game today. Gabriel was doing my head in. He was up all night, and as much as I appreciate good music, four in the morning is not the time to hear it.”
Beth did notice that there were pale bags under his eyes, and a fresh bruise on his cheek.
“So you beat the shit out of him?” Zeke laughed.
Sam shrugged, a smile on his face. “He may be my best friend but I was more than ready to murder him. He got off light with a concussion.” He grinned and took his move in the chess game. “Morning, Beth.”
“Morning.” She realised she was still standing at the bottom of the stairs and walked over. “You know, I never thought you’d be the chess playing type.”
“Oh?” he smiled. “Why exactly?” She raised an eyebrow at him as if it was a stupid question. “Ah, the piercings.” He chuckled. “You’d be surprised by how often I get that.”
“I doubt that,” she laughed.
“True, I suppose. My brother and I used to play a lot before he... left.”
“You have a brother?” she asked.
She noticed that Zeke was tense, his smile gone has he stared at his hands.
“It’s... complicated,” Sam said, squeezing Zeke’s wrists reassuringly.
“She knows,” Zeke whispered.
“Well that makes things easier. My brother is Nalael.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You mean...”
“Yes,” Sam said simply. This was obviously upsetting Zeke. “It’s your move, Cassie.”
Zeke looked grateful for the change of subject.
“I’m thinking, Sam,” Cassius murmured. His eyes weren’t even on the board though, they were right on Zeke.
Sam looked at Cassius with a raised eyebrow for a moment. Cassius eventually turned back to the board and moved his remaining knight to take one of Sam’s pawns.