Oliver said something else.
And I nodded, hoping it was the correct response.
Could the King of Hell get sick?
We passed through the door, our Hell Squadron uniforms heating instantly, and walked toward Ronen and Alexei, who stood waiting with their massive wings on display.
Should someone check on Lucifer just in case?
“Can you go make out with Alexei for me and tell me how it is? I feel like that’s a necessary duty as a best friend.”
“Mhmm,” I replied on autopilot. “Wait, what?” I twisted toward him, but he had already dropped behind me. Then he shoved me.
Startled, my feet tangled together, and I fell into Alexei’s body. He caught me and scooped me up into his arms, smiling down in triumph.
“What the hell, Oliver?”
He smirked, standing near Ronen. “That’s what you get for ignoring me. Now kiss him and tell me how it is.”
Alexei brought his face closer to mine. “I’d be more than happy to help out with that.”
I leaned away from Alexei’s advance. He adjusted his hand, almost brushing the underside of my breast, and curled me inward.
Oliver shook his head, pressing his lips together. “Pucker up, Luce!”
Ronen looked on with an unreadable expression, drilling his gaze into Alexei’s hand placement.
“I’m sorry I ignored you. I just had something on my mind,” I admitted.
Heavenly Hell, I hope Ronen didn’t think it was him.
Alexei’s warm breath hit my cheeks, and I shoved my hand into the gap before his lips could connect.
Oliver laughed, enjoying my torment. “I could tell.”
Alexei kissed my palm, his blue eyes shining with mirth. “Don’t worry, Princess, you’ll be begging me for my lips soon enough.”
“Watch your words,” Ronen warned, a cold edge in his tone.
Alexei’s amusement evaporated, and he lowered his head in a nod.
Ronen waited a tense second before picking up the still-smirking Oliver and flying off the roof.
“Is he always that intense when he scolds you?” I teased, tucking my face into Alexei’s neck as he jumped off, preparing for the blasting wind. But there was none. I frowned before remembering Alexei’s powers—he’d created a wind shield.
Alexei’s forehead wrinkled like he was trying to puzzle something out. He stayed that way for most of the flight.
“You’re going to get frown lines if you continue to do that.” I poked his creases.
He tilted his head toward me, his expression smoothing out. “Beautiful, I’m two hundred thirty-one years old, and this face is as angelic and handsome as the day it popped into existence. There will be no ugliness in my future.”
“No.” I laughed. “Just a bigger ego.”
Alexei twirled us in the air and winked, then landed in the Shard Field in a spray of snow. “Ladies love my ego. When you want to take a spin with the heartthrob hustler, just let me know.”
I brought a hand to my mouth, attempting to keep my mocking laugh in, but it spilled out.
He rolled his eyes and set me down. “Yeah, okay. I blame your friend for that one. But I had to test it out.”
