Hellhound Prince of Fire (Hellhound #3) - Rue Volley Page 0,2
the other wall, getting a little more space between us. He waved his hands and his two spider bitches scrambled from the room, closing the door behind them. I stood there feeling strong and yet terrified at the same time. He lifted both hands up and covered his mouth, pulling them away as his eyes shifted from red to black and back again. I hated that, I hated seeing it. I had watched my son do the same as I held him and knowing that Lucifer was a part of him just made me ill.
“I came to help.”
I laughed as he suddenly snapped a finger and the door slammed open. Two small men came in with a large book that looked as if it was made from dried human flesh. I had to guess it had been. It seemed to be his favorite material to weave things out of. One small man stopped and the other let go of his end of the book. The one left holding it struggled to not drop it as the first man climbed onto his shoulders and then looked down, waving his hand. The man on the bottom grunted as he lifted the large book to him and he strained to hold it up. He opened it and tried to steady himself on the shoulders of the man beneath him. They swayed back and forth while Lucifer sighed.
“Really? Could you fucking stand still?” They both tried their best as Lucifer started to flip through the pages, mumbling to himself as he did. He then looked up at me and smiled.
“How about Wolfgang?” he said to me as I blinked and stared at him in confusion.
“What?”
He tapped his finger to his lips and started to mumble again.
“No you are right, that is a bit ironic isn’t it?” he said as he rolled his eyes. “I mean “wolf” and “dog” are pretty much the same,” he added as he grinned.
“Oh!” he said as he placed his finger to the page. “Apollo, that is a strong name.”
I stepped towards him and narrowed my eyes. “Are you trying to come up with a name for my son?” I asked him and he looked up at me. He waved a finger towards me and then to himself.
“Ours,” he said as I gritted my teeth and shook my head ‘no’.
“No, he is mine, not yours.”
Lucifer stood up straight and looked me over. “It takes two, that whole thing about Jesus was bullshit, procreation is procreation.”
“I didn’t know it was you.” I said as my voice shook. His face softened as he stared me down. “You cannot possibly hate me that much Halo, I felt your attraction to me from the very start.”
“That was not attraction, it was disgust. You have no idea how to separate the two.”
“I heard about this, this is that post traumatic syndrome thing women get after they have a baby, right?”
“I don’t have that,” I said and he smiled at me.
“You are not going to try to stab me are you? I mean how would that look to our son?”
“Stop saying ours!’ I screamed at him as my son started to cry in my arms. Lucifer’s stare changed from one of wanting to toy with me to a bit of irritation.
“Let’s find a name shall we?” he said as he cocked his head and I looked down at my son to calm him. I swayed back and forth, reaching down as his tiny fingers wrapped my index finger. His grip strong and filling me with even more bravery.
“Now why the fuck would anyone call a boy Aeneus? I mean can you imagine the bullying?” he asked as he shook his head and laughed out loud.
“He already has a name,” I said as I stared at him and Lucifer stopped fingering the pages of his demonic baby book.
“What?”
I touched his face and smiled at him as my son grinned back at me. I looked up at Lucifer. “His name is Jet, Jet Bay.”
“Like an airplane?”
“Like the name I gave to him as his Mother,” I said as Lucifer stood his ground. There must have been something about my facial expression that told him to step the fuck off of me because he did not move.
“I can get used to that.”
“You don’t have to get used to anything Lucifer,” I said as he narrowed his eyes.
“That is our son. I have every right to be with him as do you.”
“You deceived me. I would have never fucked you,”