Page 48 of Trust the Fall

“I continue to hunt with the Nephilim. Regardless of whether Heaven wants my help with that or not, I’ll have them ready for war. It’s coming, Victoria, and a part of me believes this was always my destiny, even if Heaven says otherwise.”

“You should’ve told me, Zeke. All of it.”

“I know. But by the time I realized that, Lucifer was already back in the picture. I know when I’ve been beat, Tori. It was always going to be him.”

I nod. “Thank you for keeping me safe, Zeke.”

He offers a sad smile. “Friends?”

I pull him into a hug. “Friends.”

“Hate to break up this chick fest, but it’s time to head to Hell,” Luke says, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Zeke. “And just for the record, I’m still going to kick your ass for taking what was always mine.”

I roll my eyes. “Freaking caveman.”

“That’s right, love. For you, I will beat my chest and claim what’s mine.”

I slap his chest. “Whatever. Let’s go save my friends and get your throne back.”

He pulls me into his chest. “You need to touch some part of me. All of you will,” he says over his shoulder at the motley crew of angels. “Don’t let go, or else you’ll be stuck in limbo. I won’t be able to find you easily.”

“I’m not touching you,” Leeanna states haughtily.

“Suit yourself, but you won’t make it to Hell.” He leans in and whispers into my ear. “You can touch me wherever you’d like.” He waggles his brows and I roll my eyes.

“Let’s go, Satan. Before you corrupt Earth any more.”

He grins. “I have no interest in corrupting Earth … today. Now you, on the other hand⁠—”

“Ready to go to Hell, angels?” I yell, cutting off his words.

He doesn’t wait for a response. Hugging me to him tightly, he zips us all from the barn and into Hell in the same location he found me before.

BLAME

Luke’s massive erection presses into my leg and my cheeks heat in response. If there wasn’t a throne to take back, I’d be begging him to whisk me off into some dark recess of Hell to have his way with me. Against a wall. Laid out on some torture table. I don’t care. I just need him inside of me.

“Victoria … darling … now isn’t the time to mess with me. I’m already rock hard. I know you feel it.”

I smile into his shoulder. “What did I tell you about reading my mind, Lucifer?”

“You were practically screaming.”

The humor in his voice brings a smile to my face.

“You can’t always use that excuse. One of these times, I’m going to knock you out for prying.”

I step back, slapping his chest.

“Do your worst, my love. I can’t wait.”

“Masochist.” I grin, covering my flaming hot cheeks.

“You know me too well.”

My eyes narrow in what I hope appears to be a warning of harm to come if he keeps it up. He chuckles, raising his arms to shield himself from any additional attack on my part.

A throat clears, and that’s when it registers. Zeke, Leeanna, Michael, River, and the Bellamys—who’d been left behind—are staring at Luke and me in varying degrees of shock, awe, and annoyance.