“Who did what to you? Was it these two idiots?”
Death pointed at Fame and Con, giving them the stink eye, ready to go to bat for me, and it made me huff out a laugh. Who would’ve ever thought that Death would come to my side when he’d fought being there so hard?
I grabbed Con’s hand. He was always the safest to be vulnerable with because he never asked anything of me. He always just waited for me to come around to him, waiting for my answer to things. Made sure it was on my terms, and I valued that so much.
“No one did anything.” I exhaled, giving Con and Fame a small smile in thanks. “I'm just getting my head around things. When I get like this, I need something to distract me, because the things I’m worried about, I can’t fix today.”
Con squeezed my hand, buzzing with excitement. “I think I have something we can do today to take your mind off things.”
I flicked my eyes to him, giving him an encouraging nod to continue.
“Well, as I was talking to those batshit princes, I found that a couple of them were fighting over the same thing. They all mentioned something about their circles becoming smaller, and they were finding dead spots of Hellscape in certain sections, but it wasn't in the normal way that Hellscape shifts. At least that's what they told me.”
He gave me an exasperated look. “You’re going to need to teach me all about Hell’s changing landscapes and the rules behind it, because they asked me questions I had no idea how to answer so I just winged it and promised nothing.”
Magicless spots of Hellscape? What was going on? Then I thought about the princes and how they could be when they wanted to get something taken care of right away.
I was taken aback for a second, then I asked, “Then how did you calm them down enough to leave? They would never leave if a question was unanswered.” I was shocked he was even here if there were multiple of them in the princes’ sanctioned conference room.
Con’s lips turned upward in a smirk of a smile. “Lillian, I’m a skilled sweet-talker. That's my bag. The day I’m unable to talk circles around overly pompous, incredibly vain, and selfish princes, just put me in a coffin and throw some dirt over me.” He winked at the end, letting me know he was definitely kidding about being buried alive.
I winked back at him. Letting him know it was now in my brain for if he or his brothers were being little shits to me.
Con stood, lifting me up as he kept his hands in mine. “Anyways, I told a couple of them that we would check out the issues and get back to them. You should show us more of our new home, then we can figure out what the fuck these princes are talking about.”
Something hit me just then. “What about your jobs on the surface?” My panicked eyes must have said enough as Con scooped me up with a big smile, ran his nose along my neck.
“Oh, we all took a two-month long sabbatical when we decided to do that dark witch mumbo jumbo to get you into Hell. We didn’t know how long it would take and Fame had us take care of that before we left. We have time to figure it all out after your dad finds the creator.”
Death appeared on my other side. “What about your company?”
I looked over at him and answered honestly, “I had a contingency plan just in case I was taken to Hell. I left Cass in charge of everything until I returned. I guess I have the same amount of time to wait for my dad.”
He nodded and winked at me like I was a good girl and I smiled up at him.
The problems that had been crushing me seconds ago got pushed to the back of my mind, disappearing for another day, as I turned back to Con. “Well then, lead the way.”
Con looked down at my red silk robe, hand grasping the ties and yanking me closer to him; he looked at me like he could see the matching set he’d put on me through it. He licked his lips and crowded me, whispering in my ear, “I think you need to change, Lils, but you should keep that little number I put on you underneath. Let me think about it the whole time, so when we come back, I can rip it off your body and eat you for lunch.”
I released the breath I didn't know I was holding, acutely aware of every place his body encroached on my space. I licked my lips. I might like it when these boys fucked me good and dirty, but I could give as much as I got. I reached up and threaded my fingers into his hair, and he closed his eyes, sighing into my touch. I pulled his head down to my level and whispered in his ear.
“Or I can eatyouup.”
He bit his lip to stop a moan as I slipped out from his arms and went to the door. I called out to the others that I was going to get dressed and to meet me in the front of the house. Before I closed the door, I looked back into the room. All four pairs of eyes were glued to my body. My lips turned up, and I winked at them before it shut.
I rested my head against the wood for just a moment, trying to slow my heartrate as I thought to myself,Taking a trip around Hell had never been so fun.
Chapter 34
Iranupstairs,wentthrough my emails, forwarding the ones Cass needed, and got dressed as fast as I could. I threw off the robe and even took a second to think about ignoring what Con wanted, just to see what my punishment would be, but in the end, I chose laziness and kept on the fancy set. I slid on a pair of jeans and picked a crop top that said “She Devil” on it from my younger years.
As I looked at my extensive shoe collection—because shoes made the world go ‘round—I decided on a pair of sneakers. When trekking through Hell terrain, it was best to be comfortable and able to run fast. Not that I planned on running ‘cuz I would cut a bitch first, but I always liked to be prepared.
I gave up on my hair and let it stay down and messy, then put some eyeliner on and some nude lipstick to make me feel a little more badass bitch with a casual flair. I gave myself some finger guns in the mirror before I went back downstairs to meet up with the boys.
Reggie was waiting for me at the door, his hand on the handle. “I have prepared the ATVs just in case you wanted to take the scenic route, but I’m sure they are going to want to take the faster route. They seem like the type.” His tone was just a touch on the judgmental side, but I loved it just the same.
“If they do want me to wink them, I will, but I’ll also have to prepare them that it will be my first time with carry-ons.” I knew what going with a beginner was like, and it was not fun.
