me from launching myself at him.
“You arsehole!” I roar.
He catches my flying fist in his hand and shoves me backwards. Luckily for my pretty face, he doesn’t retaliate.
“That’s a fucking insulting thing to assume, dickhead,” I say stiffly.
“I have known more Necros than you can count, little shit. It’s not a wrong assumption to make,” he states, folding his arms across his chest.
“Maybe, but have a higher opinion of me. I wouldn’t come to Annie and fuck her after I’d fucked a dead person. That’s pretty sick, even for me.” I can’t help the indignation.
“Humph,” he mutters.
We glare at each other for a few seconds, neither of us moving a muscle.
“Tell me something, what did you mean when you said that it didn’t surprise you in the least?” he asks, switching subjects.
I regard him closely. I know what he means, but I play it coy anyway, seeing as he really wants to know something from me. “What do you mean?”
His eyes narrow and he takes a step forward. “Six hundred and sixty-six strokes. What do you know?”
I remain silent, just to piss him off further. What can I say, I’m a fucking Anarchist.
When his next step forward, which brings him into my personal space, is way more menacing than his last, I lick my lips. His eyes drop momentarily to my mouth, catching me by surprise.
“I don’t know much,” I huff, “But you might want to sit down before I start.”
Chapter 27
Annabelle
I groan, putting my hand to my forehead, I risk cracking an eye open.
It’s light out, sunny and cheerful. I want it to fuck off.
“Annabelle,” Gregory’s voice registers in my foggy brain. “How’re you feeling?”
“Like shit on a stick,” I growl softly. “What happened?”
“Killian told us that you exacted revenge on Leviathan in your true Devil form. It wiped you out,” he says.
I shut my eyes again with a low moan. Is that what he said? Clearly, he forgot to add the depraved mating we engaged in afterwards. My eyes fly open. “How’s Sid?” I ask, sitting up and ignoring the protesting thump in my head.
“He is resting,” he says carefully.
“What does that mean?” I bark at him.
“He isn’t in any pain that we can see. We aren’t really sure what happened, only that Leviathan had something to do with it. So, it’s hard to tell what’s going on with him.”
I flop back to the bed. He was in torment when I left. They would’ve been able to see if he was still in that state. I smile, remembering what I did to that bitch. I will find it difficult not to pull her out of the loop in a few month’s time to see how she is getting on.
“Help me up,” I order Gregory. “I need to shower and go see him.”
“Do you feel up to it?” he ventures.
I sit up again. “I’m the Demon Queen,” I say haughtily. “One Shift isn’t going to put me down for long.” To prove it, I clamber off the bed, naked and sore. I smile secretly. Killian was magnificent. It was an experience that I won’t forget in a hurry. We will need to repeat it very soon, with Elijah in his Hellhound form, for good measure. Of course, I won’t be able to Shift if Elijah is there, but I’m pretty sure this body can handle it. I stagger into the bathroom, leaving Gregory sitting on my bed, watching me.
I still can’t believe that my Devil form was a virgin. I mean, come the fuck on. That is just a fucking joke waiting to happen. I giggle to myself and step into the shower, turning it on.
My mood soon turns sour as I remember the damned box. Somehow, I’m going to have to convince my mother that she needs to give it to me. Everyone seems to have forgotten that opening it doesn't release Lucifer. He is still in the depiction. He has to be released from that before he is out and about, and there isn’t a single creature here that will oblige him.
So, fuck him, basically.
I stick my head under the torrent of water and close my eyes.
I turn my head as I hear the bathroom door open and then the shower door slides to the side.
“Gregory,” I say, giving him a raised eyebrow and a lusty look.
He is completely naked.
“We got cut short the other day,” he says.
“We did,” I agree, turning to face him full on.
His eyes drop to my cunt and then up to linger