His hand reaches for the door handle.
“She’s given you quite the gifts, Amaymon. Adriana shared her ability to love and let you know happiness. Should I let you in on another secret? One I won’t reveal to those other cunts?”
“Lord…”
“Clearly she hasn’t given you the gift of keeping your fucking mouth shut,” he seethes. His eyes dart between the two of us and amusement lights them again. “Adriana can’t conceive unless you’re in love with her,” he pauses for a moment, “but she must love you in return. Nephilim are born of both love and acceptance —and the pair of you have accepted each other for all that you are. It’s rather beautiful, really.”
The Devil walks through the door and pauses before closing it.
“Amaymon?”
“Yes, Lord?”
I do wish he’d fuck off now. I need my girl, and there’s so fucking much I want to tell her. So fucking much I need her to tell me.
“I expect a wedding, Amaymon. A fucking big one. I love defiling the bridesmaids. Groomsmen too. Make sure they’re pretty, Adriana—and game. I can’t stand it when they put up a fight.”
45
A TRAIL OF BLOOD AND BROKEN HEARTS
ADRIANA
“Iswear I didn’t know, baby.” Enzo holds onto my fingers as if they’re about to be ripped away from him. “I didn’t lie to you. I didn’t know this was going to happen. Or even possible.”
His eyes light with concern and he stares at me, terrified I’m slipping from his grasp.
“I…”
“Adriana, please. I’ve done too many despicable things to count, but I would not do that to you.”
The demon standing before me is going out of his fucking mind, and I can’t handle both of our emotions. Not right now. Not when my fucking pregnancy’s been announced to the whole damn world.
Nothing about this is straightforward, and the past few days haven’t helped me come to terms with this. I’d guessed after the second day of vomiting and it was so damn obvious I didn’t need to take a pregnancy test. I’d wanted time to figure things out, but on this occasion there wasn’t enough of it.
“You shouldn’t have found out like that,” Enzo says, moving closer. “I don’t care if he’s the fucking Great One. I’ll make sure Lucifer pays for this, Adi. He didn’t need to take this from you.”
“He didn’t,” I mumble.
Enzo stops and stares, blinking far too rapidly to be calm.
“I’ve known for a few days.”
Those deep black eyes widen and starlight bursts through them.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” His voice is quiet and has the calm of someone who’s murderous.
“Because I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I didn’t think a few days would matter and I thought I deserved some time to get my head around it.”
He nods and very deliberately kneels. “Do you want this?”
I genuinely don’t know.
I’m too young. Far too young. But time doesn’t matter as much when you’re going to live for an eternity. There’s enough of it to do everything I ever wanted and all the things I never thought possible. I doubt a baby changes that.
Months ago, I definitely didn’t want this. I’d have done anything to prevent this. Anything to reverse this.
Now, I simply don’t know.
