Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,66
he will rise again, he will free me and then I will eat your fucking face off!” Her beautiful features distort into a hideous Demonic mask of hatred.
“He will never rise, and you will be locked away forever, bitch. Buh-bye now.” I step back and before she can attack me, I whip my hands around, bringing them together to form an orb. She is sucked into it, screaming in agony as her essence is squashed into the magickal sphere and then I throw it in the air and it vanishes, back to the hole that she was let out of. I seal it with a click of my fingers, never having loved my Devil power so much as in that moment.
“See you around,” I state to Aleister and then flame out before I burst into tears at the humiliation that is wrapping itself around me.
“Wait,” I hear his voice, beseeching me in desperation but I ignore him.
There is only one place I can go to discuss this new feeling that is overwhelming me. I look up at Gregory’s office door and knock loudly, pushing it open without waiting for him to call out.
“Annabelle?” he asks, coming to me with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything!” I cry and thump my fists on his chest. He stumbles back as I hit him too hard and I throw him an apologetic smile. “Why are males such assholes?” I sigh and sit down.
“If only I could answer that,” he says, sitting on the coffee table and putting his hands on my knees. “Want to talk about it?”
“Ugh! Not really, but thanks. It helps to know that you asked and would listen if I started bitching.”
“Always and not just because it’s my job. You know that, right?”
I stare into his eyes and know he’s telling the truth. “I do. I…”
I don’t get to finish what I’m saying as suddenly the ground beneath us starts to shake.
We exchange a startled look and then I grab his hand.
“What’s that?” he asks with a frown. “A Hell-quake? Is that even a thing?”
“I’m not sure,” I lie. I have a fairly good idea what that is. I can feel it in my gut. My power is connected to all of the creatures of Hell and right now, it is going berserk. “We need to go,” I add.
I flame us out to my bedroom to be met with the faces of three very worried males, two of whom did not have permission to be in here.
“What the fuck?” I snap, letting go of Gregory. I fix Elijah — who is standing looking out over the sin bin, and, ugh, Killian, who is seated in my armchair without a care in the world — with a vicious stare. “This is my fucking bedroom, and how did you even get into this part of the residence to begin with?”
“I let them in,” Drescal says, sweeping over to me and kissing me soundly on the mouth. “What’s he doing here?” He gestures absently to Gregory.
“He isn’t safe on his own,” I inform them. “These two, however, are big enough badasses that they don’t need my little old protection.”
Elijah snorts with amusement. “This is the new me, darlin’,” he drawls. “I’m happy to let you take this one.”
I can’t help the giggle that comes out. “Asshat,” I murmur.
He beams at me as I stride over to the window. “Fucking hell,” I comment looking down over a riot to end all riots. Magick is flying everywhere, fists and claws, fangs and talons are all out and the Demons are going at each other Hell for leather.
“Do I need to ask who is responsible for this?” I ask rhetorically.
“Razor’s faction,” Drescal points out unnecessarily. “B.T.W, dear Anna. We need to have a fucking conversation about that.” He gives me a grim look.
I have the grace to look down, abashed by his reprimand. “Uhm, yeah, seems that Elijah filled you in.”
“He did,” he says unnecessarily.
I look up as there is a growling in the doorway, to find that Musmortus has joined the party. Elijah goes over to her quickly and pets her, scratching her behind her ears. She enjoys his attention for a few seconds, but then gets down to business. She stands in the doorway guarding it, with her teeth bared.
“Okay, this is getting serious,” I state, “I’d better go down there…”
I turn to make a move, but I feel myself go lightheaded and drop to the floor.
I blink and then I’m looking down at