Satyrday Night Fever (The Paranormals #4) - Andie M. Long Page 0,2

from the roll, wiped my mouth and stood up. I'd pictured the red horned one again so as to see if that stopped the tingles becoming another explosion of white wings and it appeared to have worked.

Come on, Roman. I thought. Please help me make sense of what's happening to me.

After washing and cleaning up my face, I checked there was no one on the corridor and dashed back to my dressing room. Saoirse had left me some diarrhoea tablets on the dressing table as she'd promised. Huh, a dicky tummy would have been much preferable to a dicky brain.

A knock came to the door and I swung it open eagerly ready to see Roman, but it was Saoirse again.

"Oh, you're looking a bit brighter. I just came to check on you, because if it was a bug you'd need to go home for forty-eight hours."

Of course! It might cause a few problems with recording, but it couldn't be helped. Couldn't have a TV crew coming down with the shits. This was my way of escape until I worked out what was going on.

"Yeah, I'm thinking I may need to go home for a couple of days, just to be on the safe side."

"Malcolm said if you did need to go off sick, could you stay with a friend who'd keep their mouth shut that we weren't in the US?"

I sighed. Of course that would be Malcolm's concern. Not that his presenter was sick.

"Tell him I'll find somewhere and not to worry." I rolled my eyes.

"Typical Malcolm, right? We're just part of his meal ticket. And if he's not bothered about you, think how he is with us," she said.

I parked that thought for later. Right now, I didn't have time to look into what she meant, but I would. Just at the moment I couldn't afford to be doing any more good deeds.

That's what had led to my spontaneous wing eruption in the first place.

"I'll leave you to gather your things, but are you expecting someone? Because I'll not take offence, but you looked disappointed when I turned up."

I bit my bottom lip. "I'm so sorry. I would never win at poker." I told her. "I'm expecting a friend. I should have said really. He's called Roman."

"Okay, I'll go look out for him. You sure you should meet someone when you're sick though?"

"He knows. He's come to help take care of me."

She smiled. "Oh that's good then. Right, take care and I'll see you when you're better."

I said goodbye and hoped Roman wouldn't be too much longer. In the meantime, I gathered my things together, ready to leave the hotel.

Roman

She'd reached out to me and now I was going to have to be the one to tell her the truth. Her mother had obviously hoped to keep the fact she'd shagged an angel quiet, but the wings were now out of the back and Harley was going to need support.

Hell, I’d been a satyr for all of my twenty-five years and I still had issues with it.

There would be another elephant in the room though, and that would be me and Harley and the fact we liked each other. We'd admitted it but had agreed while she was filming in the States that there was no point in attempting to pursue anything.

Now though, now she was here. Hadn't even been in the States after all. The thought of being vulnerable to anyone made my skin crawl. I preferred to live in denial about my life while being permanently in a state of inebriation. The only time I liked to be sober was when I was performing or rehearsing.

Being drunk was the satyr way, and while I kept a large distance away from my family and other satyrs and nymphs, much preferring to be alone, now it looked like I'd be telling Harley the truth, and nothing but the truth. I only hoped her mental state was otherwise strong, because this was huge. Her being a Nephilim, me confessing my truths, and her wings. HUGE.

The driver I'd called dropped me off at the entrance to the hotel. Jesus, it was a hovel. There was a woman of the night looking at me hopefully from a few shop doorways down, so I dashed into the reception as fast as I could. The last thing I needed was the press getting an opportunity to take a photo of me near a prostitute on the seedier side of town. They were already always