“Yet.”
“What was that?”
“You don’t fuck crazyyet.” I tossed a flirty wink over my shoulder, catching his incredulous expression. “The name’s Famine, by the way. But you can call me Sabine.”
He quirked a brow when I held my hand out, waiting for him to kiss the back of it as one would for royalty. He glanced from my eyes to my hand and shook his head slowly once.
“Fine, suit yourself. But know this, Slothy. If I wanted you to, you’d crawl across a floor of broken glass to kiss the toe of my boot. And you’dbegme for the privilege. I make a much better friend than an enemy.”
“You’re quite confident for a lass who is facing off with a sadist. You know that, don’t you?”
A throaty laugh escaped me. “Oh yes. But trust me, my confidence is earned.”
“So, tell me, Sabine,” he murmured, coming up beside me as we continued down the hall. “What does a horsewoman want with one of the seven Princes of hell?”
We stopped in front of a locked door, and I made a show of unzipping the front of my catsuit all the way to my belly button before I pulled the key out of my cleavage. “It’s simple. I want to win.”
It took him longer than he probably liked to force his gaze up from my perfect breasts. “You have my attention. I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
Unlocking the door, I pushed it open and stepped into the dark room. The soft whimpers coming from within sent glee ricocheting through me. I did love it when they whimpered.
“Get the light, would you, my prince? I want to show you your welcome gift.”
With a click, the room illuminated, casting my chosen hostage in a flood of overhead light. His white cassock and red papal shoes gave him away for who he was, but still I asked, “I assume you don’t need an introduction?”
Sloth looked from me to his present. Then his lips twisted into a wicked smile before the room filled with his evil laughter.
“Oh, Sabine. This is brilliant.”
“Yes, yes, we’ve established that. Now, do with him what you will, but don’t kill him. He’s proving to be very stubborn and resolute in his devotion. I want you to change that. We have plans for this one.”
“Plans?”
“Ever heard of a mass possession?”
The pope jolted in his bindings.
“Can’t say that I have.”
“Me either, but doesn’t it sound positively scrumptious? Just think about all those souls, corrupted in one fell swoop because they’re meek little lambs listening to their holy father as heleads them to eternal damnation.” I shivered. “Welcome to the apocalypse, handsome. Now be a good boy and persuade my pope.”
“Aye, that does sound right up my alley. Perhaps you and I are more suited than I thought.”
I grinned. “I did tell you I made an excellent friend.”
Sloth was too busy pulling out a selection of tools to pay me any attention. That was all right. I had business to attend to myself.
“You two have fun,” I called over my shoulder. I’d barely made it out the door before screams chased me down the hallway. A giggle escaped, and I clapped my hands together in glee. “Oh, this is delightful. I just love when a plan comes together.”
Chapter
Eighteen
MERRI
Fucking Chaos.
Fucking horsemen.
