Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,17

pain.

I walk down the steps until I reach the ground and smack the feet out from under the first Demon in the queue with my bat.

“And how naughty have you been?” I ask him sweetly, leaning down to peer over him as I swing my bat to and fro.

The crowd goes wild, baying for blood and I give an evil laugh, perfectly in my element now and happy to be here.

9

Elijah

I thump my head against the wall. It doesn’t help, so I do it again.

“Fucking idiot,” I snarl at myself and throw a punch at the unforgiving stone.

I draw back and take in the destruction of my desk. I groan and drop my head into my hands. It has been a really long time since I’ve had a fuck and even longer since I had one that fucking good. I’ve been around about six hundred years and I’ve never encountered a female who could make me kneel for them. But I’d do it again and again if it gave me the chance to be with her once more. I knew that I’d let the beast out the second I saw her wings pop out. From the moment that I saw her in the form she lets us see, I was lost to her. She’d been an absolute vision. My She-Devil Queen in all her glory.

I’d been teasing her before to rile her up. Seeing her eyes flash with annoyance and have her bite back had brightened up my day, but as soon as I’d crossed the line, she’d let me know. But I’m starting to figure her out. She doesn’t want someone like me. She wants little followers who will do what she says, when she says it. She wants weak Demons that she can push around and make sure that she stays on top. I find her fascination with the Incubus a bit of a mystery as he doesn’t seem weak, but on reflection he is probably desirable because he is unavailable. It’s the chase for her. She would never end up with a male that beds other women. Never. She is territorial, I know that about her somehow.

I crouch down and stare at the drawers, stacked on top of one another, still mostly intact. I smile. I’ve never fucked a female that was completely indestructible before. The things I could do to her… she would not only survive but want me to do it again.

I pull the bottom drawer out and stare down into the emptiness. I wave my hand over it, disabling the cloaking spell and then pick up the wooden box that appears. I dump the drawer and stand up. I walk over to my bed in the far corner and open the box. I disable the secondary cloaking spell inside to reveal a large iron key. I pick it up and look at it.

“What do you open?” I murmur, flicking it over in my fingers.

I’d lied to Annabelle before. Luc had come to me days before he died and gave me this box. It had been empty at the time, but on the day he died, this key appeared. He’d told me to keep it from his daughter until exactly one year after his death. I don’t know why, and I don’t know why I’m remaining loyal to the previous Ruler of Hell when the current one is pissed off that I didn’t help her. She has obviously been led here; she knows I’m hiding something.

I replace the key and re-enabling the cloak, I slam the box shut. I open the drawer in the nightstand, which is the only other furniture in this sparse space that I live in, apart from the bed. I like it that way. Clutter irritates me.

“I’ll take that box,” a cool voice says from behind me.

I spin, not having heard anyone approaching. “Shax,” I growl. “What are you doing here?”

“Protecting my sister’s interests,” he says, giving me a level look.

He is leaning against the wall, all casual, twirling a knife with a jet-black handle and wicked looking blade that flashes even though there is limited light in here.

“Give me the box,” he says.

“What box?” I ask, even though I’m not fooling anyone. He clearly saw me with it.

He gives me a sneer and pushes off from the wall. He stalks over to me. He is shorter and slighter than me. Lean but muscled. He is immensely powerful; I can feel it radiating off him. Not as powerful as his twin,