with. I’m selfish and inconsiderate sometimes, but it’s just that I don’t really know how else to be. If you could take the time to show me…”
I don’t let her finish. I fling myself at her, sweeping her off her feet and kissing her deeply, pouring every ounce of love I have for her into it.
She returns it just as forcefully, leaving me breathless and wishing that we could do this forever. Unfortunately, there will be no us, no Hell, no anything if Lucifer gets out of the cavern before Belle gets to him with the spell she is concocting.
I pull away from her, cupping her face and smiling at her.
“I have some family business that needs taking care of urgently,” I whisper to her. “I will be back as soon as I can.”
“Can I come with you?” she asks hopefully.
I kiss her softly, wishing she could, but I won’t risk her. Not a chance. “No, love. This is dangerous and I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Dangerous?” she asks full of concern. “Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. We all will when this is over with.”
She nods slowly as I let go. “Please come back to me, Shax,” she says.
I give her a brief nod and a smile, then I duck back out of the bedroom, elated that something finally went my way. I curse myself as I realize that I’ve probably just jinxed it, but come to a halt at Belle’s door, intrigued as to the massive argument going on between Drescal and some other fucker who has turned up, which makes a lot of sense when he suddenly turns around.
“Shax, my old pal,” Salax says, giving me a punch on the arm. “Long time. So, hear I’m needed for an ass kicking?”
I groan. This isn’t going to go well. Drescal and Salax do not get on. It’s unsurprising. Drescal is an Incubus and Salax is a Dark Cupid. He makes his living infecting humans with lust, making Drescal's job of seducing them practically redundant.
This is going to be a disaster. I can just see it.
Unfortunately, Salax seems to have caught Annabelle’s attention in a big way with his cute face and blond hair. She is gazing at him with a look that has Killian in his ‘miserable cunt’ mode.
“Yep, a fucking disaster,” I mutter and enter the room, closing the door behind me.
Chapter 38
Annabelle
I blink at the Dark Cupid that has fallen in my lap. Figuratively speaking. Although I wouldn’t say no to a literal falling either. He is hot, in a seriously cute way. It’s the combination that has piqued my interest. Coupled with the fact that he spreads my favorite Deadly Sin around, makes him very enticing indeed.
I get that Drescal doesn’t like him. It must be difficult to do your job when you have someone fucking it up for you on a daily basis. Ex job.
“So, Salax, is it?” I ask. “You are our special ingredient for a very special spell.”
His blue eyes focus on me, giving me a sexy once-over that Killian does not appreciate in the slightest.
“Am I now?” Salax asks huskily. “How can I help, my Queen?”
“You can keep your eyes on her face, you fucking prick,” Drescal snarls at him.
“But her rack is amazing, it was made to be looked at,” Salax replies with a cheeky smirk.
“You are looking for an arse-kicking, mate.” Devlin gets in on the growling.
“Feel free to keep looking,” I say, pissing the males off even further. Xavi, on the other hand, is howling with laughter at this. “But we do have a pressing matter to attend to.”
“Yes,” Killian states loudly, drawing the attention to him. “We need to get this done, Annabelle, so if you would please move this along.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter, earning a vicious look from my sweet War. “Shax, the dagger please.” I hold my hand out for it.
He slaps it against my palm, giving me a look that screams at me to stop playing a dangerous game, but he doesn’t get to dictate to me. If I want to flirt with the Dark Cupid, then I will.
I move back behind the plinth and move the codex. It hovers in midair next to me and I summon up a big copper bowl. I slash my wrist with a hiss and bleed into the bowl, letting enough pour in to half fill it. I give the dagger back to Shax which he shoves in the back of his jeans.
“Salax, this is where you come