Demon King (Claimed By Lucifer #1) - Elizabeth Briggs Page 0,53
away again.”
“Do you think it could be her first husband?”
“I’m not sure yet.” Red hot hatred filled my veins at the thought of that monster, but this didn’t seem like his actions. “I want him found though. And we’ll need to set up extra precautions around Hannah either way.”
“I’ll handle it.” Samael paused, his dark eyes judging me silently. “Does she know yet who she really is?”
“I told her some of the truth last night. Not all of it. She isn’t ready to know about the curse yet.”
Samael’s lips pressed into a tight line. “I don’t like this. She is making you weak, even if you don’t see it. The moment she came back into your life, your focus changed.”
I slammed my hands on the table and stood, glaring down at him. “You’re wrong. Hannah makes me strong. I need her by my side.”
He bowed his head. “Where is she now?”
“Last I heard, she was taking Azazel to the roller coaster at New York-New York. I sent Gadreel with them too.”
Samael chuckled low in his throat, the rich sound a welcome relief. “Azazel will hate every second of that.”
“I’ll speak with the prisoners now.” I started to leave, but then paused at the door as my hands tightened into fists. “One last thing. Make sure all the Archdemons are at the masquerade ball on Devil’s Night. I have something special planned for them.”
“As you wish,” Samael said.
I strode from the room to find the prisoners and make them talk. If torture wouldn’t work, my special powers of coercion would.
The devil’s work was never done.
17
Hannah
I spent the day with Zel and Gadreel—who I’d started to call Gad—doing all sorts of touristy things on The Strip I’d never get a chance to do otherwise. Zel grumbled and complained the entire time, saying things like, “Roller coasters are for people who don’t have wings,” but she stuck by my side. I just knew there was a gooey center underneath that hard exterior, and I was determined to find it. Gad, on the other hand, gleefully joined me on every ride and for every silly photo shoot. We rode gondolas at the Venetian, stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower replica at Paris Las Vegas, saw the white lions and dolphins at the Mirage, and so much more. Anything that had a ride? We did it. At least once. Sometimes twice, just to annoy Zel.
I also lost a lot of Lucifer’s money on ridiculously-themed slot machines, but somehow I didn’t think he would miss any of it. Soon most of the day had gone by, and there was still so much more we could have seen and done in Las Vegas, but it was time to meet Lucifer. I’d have to take my two Fallen bodyguards out for another tourist excursion soon.
I met Lucifer at a helicopter pad on the roof of a building that was part of The Celestial’s sprawling resort. When I saw him, standing in another black suit beside the Abaddon Inc helicopter he owned, his face was dark, his mouth set in a grim line, and I guessed his day hadn’t been as fun as mine. Then his eyes landed on me and everything changed, the darkness parting like a curtain to allow the light to shine through, and a devastatingly gorgeous smile spread across his sensual lips.
I had that effect on him. Me.
It was a powerful feeling, knowing I could make the devil smile with my mere presence. I couldn’t help but smile back as I approached. Then his smile shifted, becoming naughty, and he winked. Memories of last night and this morning flooded me, and my thighs clenched with desire, which was probably his intention. The man really was sin and temptation.
Lucifer swept me into his arms and gave me a kiss that ignited every one of my nerves and sent lust racing through my veins. According to him, we were destined to be together, and when he held me like this I began to believe it. The past lives thing? That was a lot harder to accept.
“How was your day?” he asked, as he led me to the helicopter.
“Fun.” I glanced behind me at my two bodyguards, who trailed behind us. “Zel hated every second of it. Or at least, pretended she did.”
That got a sexy, low chuckle from him. “Good. She could use some fun in her life.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m taking you on a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon.”