That Old Black Magic - By Michelle Rowen Page 0,25
black—fully black.
“Damn,” he said. “Wish that didn’t taste so good.”
She touched her fingertips to her mouth. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“Good-bye, Eden.” He snapped his fingers.
She’d been dismissed.
A bright flash of light and she stood in the Triple-A office. She staggered back a few feet until she felt the edge of her desk behind her.
A moment later, the door jingled open and Darrak walked in. He looked at her standing there in shock, clutching the silver bracelet.
“Did I miss something?” he asked with a frown.
“I—I had a visitor. Sort of.”
His gaze moved to her amulet, and his expression turned tense and concerned. Fire flared up—literally—in his previously ice blue eyes. “Lucifer was here.”
“Not exactly. He summoned me. He said it was only a millisecond.” She glanced at the clock. No more than five minutes had passed. Not a millisecond, but close enough. “He gave me an assignment. Wants me to find a guy for him and put this on his wrist.” She raised the bracelet.
He appeared to relax slightly now that he knew she was unharmed, but there was nothing pleasant in his gaze. “Pretty. So was that before or after he stuck his tongue down your throat?”
“Uh . . . before. And there was no tongue.”
“Glad you thought my idea to kiss him again was a good one after all.”
“I didn’t ask for that. He just did it.”
“Well, that was nice of him, wasn’t it? So helpful, the Prince of Hell. A real swell guy.”
“Don’t, Darrak,” she warned. The desk legs squeaked against the floor as she pushed away from it. “Seriously. I’m not feeling up to this right now. You don’t have to be jealous about this. Of all the people in the universe I’d like to kiss, he’s not even on the list.”
He frowned. “I know that. This is actually much worse than a little jealousy. You’ve become an object to him. Something he now desires.”
She shook her head. “He doesn’t feel that way toward me.”
“It’s not as simple as him wanting to have sex with you. Trust me. That guy could have his pick of anyone in the universe if he wanted. But he wants you. There’s something about you he’s drawn to. He doesn’t do nice things just because. He’s freaking Lucifer, Eden. He’s up to something. Some master plan. And it has to do with you.”
Her breath caught. “What?”
“I don’t know. But even with our bond, he has the ability to snatch you away and I can’t protect you. I don’t like that at all.”
“I can handle him.”
“Really? You can handle Lucifer, the Prince of Hell.” He didn’t sound like he held much faith in that statement. He paced over to the glass door and looked out at the darkening parking lot.
Could she handle him? Maybe it was a good time for a little bit of optimism. “Sure I can. Why not?”
His brow furrowed. “It—it’s time, Eden.”
“Time for—?”
“What do you think?” Darrak clamped his hand over his stomach and doubled over. He nodded toward the window. Outside the sun had sunk beneath the horizon. Night came early in mid-November.
A moment later, his body shifted from a solid six-foot-tall handsome man to an ominous column of black smoke, which then moved through the office toward her as if she was a magnet.
Eden swallowed hard. “Tomorrow, Darrak. I’m going to break this curse first thing tomorrow morning once and for all. I swear I will.”
She closed her eyes when the smoke made contact with her and a gasp caught in her throat as he possessed her.
Being possessed by Darrak had always felt good in the past—warm and oddly orgasmic. Today it felt different. It was cold for a moment, as if she had just walked through a freezer, before the cool sensation moved through her limbs right down to her fingertips and toes.
It had to do with the spell she’d removed. That the sensation of being possessed had changed was only more proof she’d been successful. Realizing for certain that what she’d experienced for the last month was a daily anomaly caused by a malevolent spell brought back her previously queasy feeling.
Queasy was definitely the word of the week for many reasons. Terrific.
So, being possessed wasn’t an orgasmic experience anymore. Fine. But it was more proof that she’d be able to successfully break the curse, finally giving Darrak—and her—freedom.
And that was definitely worth celebrating.
“You really think you can break the curse?” Darrak said, his voice now in her head.