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“Fine. Sleep on the street for all I care.”
He caught me by a hand behind my neck and tugged me toward him, as if my little snapped comment meant nothing. “You’re pretty when you snarl.”
“You do realize that isn’t an endearing thing to say to a woman, right? It’s pretty patronizing.”
“Would you rather I say you’re not pretty? Or I could be honest, and tell you exactly how hard I get when you show off your teeth. Because I have an amazing vocabulary when it comes to talking about how badly I’d like to fuck you.”
I shuddered at the way he spoke, and at how he pulled me against him so I could feel exactly what my harsh words did to him.
“You are beyond tempting,” he all but purred, and brushed his lips to my ear before nipping the lobe. “I’ve missed you, my shadow-girl. Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you? My own hand is a piss-poor substitute for your sweet cunt.”
I moaned. It was a pathetic sound, but who could blame me for it? He’d shown me again and again just how talented he was with his…well…everything.
A clearing throat forced me to lower my head to his chest in frustration.
Being cockblocked by the devil had to be theworsttiming.
I turned to find Lucifer standing there, though his image shimmered, making me suspect it wasn’t actuallyhimthere. Then again, I recalled the vague mentions of him having less access to earth than he used to.
“Could you please not fornicate in front of me?”
“I thought the devil was all about the orgies. Didn’t figure you for a prude.”
“It seems reapers are a personal hard limit for me, because you dry up any sort of lust.”
His use of what I was made my stomach roll, especially with the derisive tone, as though he could think of nothing more objectionable.
When my shoulders curled in, Hunter pressed a hand to my lower back, forcing my spine straighter.
It was a subtle reminder that I hadn’t bowed to Lucifer before—I shouldn’t now.
“I called you for my favor,” I said.
He tilted his head, a sign of interest. Then again, he seemed to love a good bargain. “And what is it you want?”
“I need something of Lilith’s that Hunter can use to track her.”
Lucifer lifted one of his dark eyebrows, his horns catching the light from the bare bulb above him. “You believe the hellhound can follow that trail to her?”
Hunter answered, despite Lucifer not directly addressing him. “I’ve followed plenty of other things. I’m a damn good tracker.”
“You aren’t following escaped souls or hell beasts. You’re talking about my daughter, about the first and only of her kind. Your party tricks will do you little good.”
“Well, it isn’t like you’ve managed it,” Hunter responded. “So maybe I’m better at it than you are.”
Lucifer didn’t show any anger in his expression, no tightening of his jaw or lines in his forehead, but his eyes darkened. “You test my patience, dog.”
I could have focused on Hunter and Lucifer’s little tiff, but it didn’t seem all that important. Sure, Lucifer was probably someone I should be worried about, but he hadn’t done anything to me yet. Instead, I considered his words, his history.
“Do you want us to even find her?” I asked, frowning.
“Of course I do.” Lucifer lacked some of the heft to his voice. “She betrayed me, and I do not take kindly to that.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you want her to be found. You might be pissed, but she’s still your daughter.”
Lucifer lifted his gaze to Hunter, and I let out a sigh.
Men liked to claim women were complicated and difficult, that women were the emotional ones, but I felt like all I did in life was dance around the egos of men.
