waited for an attack. Lizard was in the process of contacting Murry the badass. Apparently, we weren’t allowed in the house if his mother was home. The meeting with the Dragon to suss out the son-of-a-bitch who was trying to ruin my womb eviction day was not sounding promising.
“Lucifer?” Elle said, sniffling. “Are you here?”
“I am, lover,” I replied. “Are you armed?”
Elle needed no weapons to perform mass destruction. Her magic was insanely powerful. She could even stop time. That nifty trick had come in handy when we needed a few extra hours to make love and had an appointment that interfered.
“No, I had Martha and Jane lock up all the forks. I like those gals. They’re cute in an undead, disgustingly dressed kind of way,” she said, still sniffling as if she’d been crying.
My evil black heart tightened in my chest at the thought of my lover being sad. I’d ignore the part about Lizard’s concubines being cute. Martha and Jane were dreadful. I could only hope Elle’s lady time caused her judgment to be skewed. If she wanted to hang out with the undead idiots on a regular basis, there would be a few problems.
But her crying… that shredded me.
Never before in my eternal life had I felt so much for another person. Elle gave me the feels as my daughter Dixie would say. It was new and alarming, and it made me feel more alive than I had in millions of years. Up until the day I met the devious Adrielle Rinoa, I cared more for myself than anyone. She’d changed my fate with a seductive smile, a rude insult and a raised middle finger. Physically, she was perfection. However, it was far more than her body, wild blonde hair and lavender eyes that attracted me.
It was her essence and her soul. She was my everything.
Living forever was not all it was cracked up to be. The price paid for one’s sanity was quite high and unexplainable in words that made sense. Seeing beauty, noticing the small things and even carnal pleasure ceased to have meaning. There was nothing new to discover… or so I’d thought. Until the woman whose new hobby was slamming forks into my hand came into my life, I realized I’d never known true happiness.
Of course, it wasn’t for public knowledge that the Devil was happy. I did have a dastardly reputation to uphold.
“Lover,” I said, transporting in a blast of black glitter to where she stood. It wouldn’t do to crawl out from beneath the divan. I never made an undignified entrance and crawling out from underneath furniture was definitely undignified. “Why are you crying?”
Elle sighed and laid her head on my chest. “I’m so sorry for stabbing you. I have no clue what’s come over me.”
“So, it’s not usually like this?” I asked carefully, making sure not to mention her lady time in any way shape or form. Astrid’s warning of death was still forefront in my mind. Not that Elle could actually kill me but going headless to meet with Murry the badass wouldn’t be very productive.
My attraction to my Siren was extreme, but right now it knew no bounds. If it continued to grow—pun intended—we’d never leave our bedroom suite in Hell for the rest of eternity.
She seemed confused by my statement but shrugged and gave me a small smile. “Well, I’ve never wanted to rip your face from your head before. That would be such a shame. Your face is beautiful.”
“Yes, I know,” I told her, tucking her wild curls behind her ears. “It would be tragic to ruin perfection.”
Elle rolled her eyes and giggled. “Your humility is astounding, Devil.”
“Thank you, Siren,” I replied with a wink. “I do my best.”
“Do I look fat to you?” she questioned, walking over to one of the hundred full-length mirrors in our suite.
The question was terrifying. However, what was more terrifying was that she put her hand on her heart, signifying the truth must be told. We both lied so often, we’d made a truth pact of sorts. Right now, the truth could end in an explosion if I wasn’t careful. The truth was that she was a bit larger than normal. However, I found it insanely appealing.
Thinking fast on my feet so I didn’t get electrocuted or beheaded, I pulled my inspiration from my head… the one below my waist.
“Your breasts are fuller which I find wildly arousing,” I said carefully, searching her face for a reaction.