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He sighed. “I felt your energy.”
That was it? He felt my energy, and he expected me to believe that?
I shook my head, and tears welled in my eyes. “And you let me live with that awful man who did horrible things to me?”
His eyebrows drew together, and he tilted his head. I watched as his bright blue eyes bled into black. “What?” he growled.
“You don’t know about that either?”
“Know about what?” he said calmly, which put me more on edge than eased me.
I swallowed hard and shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.”
I didn’t want to watch another person lose control because of what a dead man did to me while he was alive.
He narrowed his eyes.
“What’s your name, anyway?” I asked, hoping to distract him.
A slow smile, more sinister than genuine, spread across his face. “Lucifer.”
I sucked in a breath and backed up a step. I was the daughter of Lucifer?
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed.
Lucifer stared at me, the corners of his lips twitching up as he watched me with delight. “I was expecting a worse reaction, but my, my, my, I’m surprised.” He glanced past my shoulder. “You’ll be waking up soon.” He slipped his gaze back to me. “I wonder how your men will react.”
“I have a question,” I blurted.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Did you know that I was your daughter when I was sacrificed?”
His eyebrows lowered as he frowned. “No. I didn’t know you were my child when I whispered for Lucien to pick you as my bride. When you showed up, I realized my mistake and sent you back. You see, for a succubus to get into their powers, one of two things must happen. If you reach nineteen years old in the human world, which is the demonic age of maturity, the changes start to happen. A guide is then sent from Hell to teach you our ways.” He cocked his head and watched me. “The alternative is to die before you reach the demonic age of maturity. Which was the case for you. You must not remember our brief conversation while in Hell.”
I shook my head. “I don’t.” Something else nagged at me, and I didn’t know when we would see each other again. “Why didn’t you tell Lucien?”
A slow smile crept to his face, his eyes lighting up with devilish amusement. “I like playing tricks.”
The room warped and shuddered. I watched in horror as Lucifer popped out of sight, and everything went dark.
* * *
Three days had passed, and I still hadn’t told them about my father’s identity. I guess I was just waiting for the right time, but I could never figure outwhenthe right time was.
Biting my bottom lip, I fumbled with my fingers as we walked down a street in the city. Daiman and Lucien were on either side of me, protecting me from any harm.
“Lucifer is my dad,” I blurted.
That outburst earned weird looks from people walking past us.
Lucien and Daiman pulled down an alley. Lucien came in front of me, eyes narrowed. “Repeat that.”
I glanced at Daiman, who stood to my right, watching me while rolling his toothpick in his mouth. “Lucifer visited me in my dream the other night and said he’s my dad.”
It went quiet.
“How long have you kept this from us?” Lucien asked, keeping his voice low but lethal.
