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“I met this guy,” I finally said, hoping to change the subject.
“Not the one you talked about last week—who was it? Duke Foley? Daddy looked into him. His family ismiddle-class.”
She said the word with disdain as if she hadn’t been the product of lower-middle-class America. I’d seen her childhood pictures before she burned them. I knew where she came from, even if she never acknowledged it. Marrying my father was a step up, but she didn’t act like she’d stepped up at all—nope, she’d been on the ladder all this time.
“No, someone else. His name is Luc.”
“Luc … what?”
She wanted to look into him, too, and I was relieved to say I didn’t know his last name, so she couldn’t. What on earth would she find if she did?
“Well, we haven’t gotten to that yet. But we’ve—” How much was I going to lie to her? She would be horrified if she knew I’d slept with Luc without even knowing his last name or asking for him to get tested or do anything of thegood girlstuff I was supposed to do. “We’ve gone out a couple of times,” I finished lamely.
“But you don’t know his last name? Evelyn, be smart. I raised you better than that.”
I exhaled into the receiver and nodded, even though she couldn’t see.
“Perhaps you should come and join us at mass today. You haven’t been since you started school, I didn’t want to push, but maybe you need God to set you straight.”
Horror washed through me at the idea of walking into a church after being fucked by an actual demon. Would I burst into flames?
“Uh …” I scoured my brain for a suitable reply when the door opened, and Luc walked in, taking me in as I sat there naked, eating yogurt on his couch. “I’ve been going to mass at school.”
Lucifer walked closer, lifting an eyebrow at my words as he sunk to his knees in front of me and took the bowl from my fingers.
“What? But Father Adams’s homily is always so … moving.” She always sounded dreamy when she spoke about Father Adams like she was in love with him. I suspected the younger priest was part of the reason she went every week.
Lucifer scooped up a mouthful of yogurt and held it out to me, smirking as he moved it toward my mouth and then tipped it right down my chest.
“Damn it,” he whispered as he held my gaze and leaned in, dragging his tongue along my breast as he collected the breakfast.
“It’s more convenient than going out of the city for … m-m-mass.” My eyes closed as a shiver went through me while his tongue circled my nipple. “Anyway, on that note, I have to get ready to go. Talk later, bye!”
My fingers fumbled to end the call as Lucifer pinched my other nipple, making me cry out.
He smirked as his tongue dove along my stomach, his fingers twisting and tweaking. “That’s it, little dove, I’m going to make you pray, but it won’t be to God.”
LUCIFER
ClaimingEve as mine proved far easier than taking care of her did. The first thing we did was move her out of those atrocious dorms. I didn’t want my woman in or around the kind of scourge of the earth I’d found there so far.
The next thing I did was request she quit her job at the library, but she insisted on her independence, telling me it was important for her to have something of her own. I didn’t like the idea of her needing something I couldn’t give her, and I would give her all the money in the world if she needed it.
However, the upside to her insistence was she worked Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, which meant I could focus on hunting the men who still had her photos in their possession.
It was easy enough to take them out of existence with a snap of a finger, but that wasn’t good enough. Like the man from the library, these men had seen intimate images of my woman, and I simply could not let that lie.
But my obsession with tracking them down and protecting Eve’s reputation distracted me from my work with my brothers, who were breathing down my neck over my notable absence.
“The priest is still in the warehouse, and we’re no closer to finding the source of the leak to the Vatican. Maybe we need to go to Rome and infiltrate there.”
I huffed into the phone, rolling my eyes at Mammon’s ludicrous suggestion. “You know as well as I do we cannot walk into the Vatican. It’s the only place on this forsaken world that has been spelled to keep us out.”
“So, let’s get a witch to break the spell.”
“It is not that easy, Mammon. The spell is ancient blood magic, and a modern witch would be no match for that.” It was his turn to huff as I leaned against the wall, watching Eve push her cart down the aisle, occasionally stopping to put books away. I should be hunting the men, but I hated leaving her alone. “I told you I would deal with it, and I’m dealing with it.”
“I suspect you’re dealing with something, but it’s nothing beneficial for us.”
