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BEEP BEEP BEEP
Mika groaned as she tried to slap her alarm clock off. Where was it? It was always on her nightstand.
BEEP BEEP BEE- SLAP
Finally! It's off. Good. But who turned it off? Oh well. Didn't matter right now. She was too tired to think.
Mika turned around and pulled the silky covers over herself and relaxed. As she did, another body next to her moved, pulling some of the cover's back to their side of the bed. Who was- oh. James. Mika had forgotten that she joined him during the night. Did he know that she was there? Most likely. She had a nightmare about Malix and his gang, and it scared her to the point where she ran to the oldest incubus' room. She practically dove into the bed, shaking. Did he mind?
Her thoughts were soon interrupted once she felt James' arm wrap around her torso loosely. Mika tensed up slightly but soon realized that he was still sleeping. Slowly, she turned to face the incubus. His hair was messy and his face was that of a person in a deep sleeping state. She couldn't resist the temptation of running her fingers through his hair. It was so soft. Anything and everything about James charmed Mika. The way he spoke, the way he walked, they way he smiled, etc. No wonder she was falling in love with him.
After a few soothing minutes, Mika's eyes began to close. Right before they did, she heard several loud footsteps run across the hallway. Immediately, her heart began to race. What was going on? Was it Malix? But how? Hadn't they already defeated him? She sat up cautiously, moving her legs off the bed ready to run, but James was still sleeping.
"J-James? Please wake up..." Mika could hear a deep voice yelling through the halls and just as she was about to run, there was banging on the walls.
"Where is she?!" The voice roared out, clearly angered.
By then, James was wide awake. He stood up and rushed over to Mika's side of the bed, blocking her view of the door.
"Don't move, miss," James demanded, aiming both of his golden pistols at the door. Mika obeyed but was still tempted to look over his shoulder.
The banging moved to James' door and became louder by the second. James stood his ground, waiting for whatever came through that door. Just once it seemed that it couldn't get any louder, the door shattered sending shards of wood flying everywhere in the room.
Mika ducked, still shielded by James. The whole place became dead silent for a few seconds. James sighed and put his arms down. The pistols dissolved into thin air.
"S-sorry, guys. I thought Mika was missing. I didn't see her in her room so..."
Mika rose up and peeked above James' shoulder. It was Sam.
"Going around yelling and hitting the walls is not a smart way of finding someone," James said, disappointed. "I almost shot you."
"Yeah, sorry. I'll go now," Sam said quickly. He was about to turn around when James cleared his throat.
"Not so fast. You're going to clean up this mess."
Sam groaned but eventually nodded. He knew he wasn't going to get away without consequences.
"And get Matthew and Damien up here," James continued, "I need a new door."