“How long have you been able to visit my dreams?”
“That was the first time.”
Relief. Pure, unrestrained relief swept through me, strong enough that I knew Samael could feel it when he narrowed his eyes at me.
Then he laughed. “Someone has been dreaming of me,” he purred. “Tell me, little witch… what kind of filthy, indecent things did I do to you in those dreams?”
My cheeks were turning red, goddamn it. I could feel them burning.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Lia jumped out of Samael’s arms and sauntered across the wide bed, butting her head against my thigh until I scratched between her ears.
Samael watched me. “You’re sad.”
Somewhere along the way, I’d stopped ruthlessly holding my shields between our bond.
“Yeah. These women are Evie’s family. Not only is she going to have to attend a bunch of their funerals, but one of them sold her out. Sold them all out.”
Samael got to his feet, circled the bed, and pulled me up and into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
I snuggled in, still shocked that I could find comfort here, in the arms of the demon I’d once planned to kill. Life was fucking weird.
His cedar and citrus scent enveloped me, but beneath that, he smelled like snow and burning wood. His voice rumbled in my ear as he spoke.
“Gail either had something to do with this, or she is the next in line to be killed.”
“Yeah. She’s the only witch I can see who could have benefited. Willow’s new enough that she would’ve been expected to step aside, but she couldn’t risk it. Take out Gemma, Nellie, and Willow, and she’s the top dog.”
“The top dog in a coven she likely cannot hold.”
“Bet she thinks she could hold it. I need to check all her accounts today, along with some of the other witches. See if there’s anything suspicious.”
I sighed and raised my head, and Samael’s mouth found mine. Desire curled through my stomach and my body saidyes, we need a distraction.
I smoothed my hands down his chest and he pushed me back down to the pillows.
His phone buzzed and he ignored it, pulling the shirt I’d fallen asleep in over my head.
It buzzed again.
“Samael–”
His eyes practically glowed silver as he stared at me spread out beneath him. Paws hit the ground as Lia took off, clearly pissed that she was no longer the center of attention.
Samael’s hands dropped to his pants.
“Drop it,” I murmured.
He knew I didn’t mean his pants, although he sent me a wicked grin. Whatever power hid his wings disappeared and they were suddenly visible, magnificent.
His phone buzzed again. I bit my lip. “Maybe you should–”
Pure male frustration darkened his eyes, and he pointed at me. “Stay where you are.”
I raised one eyebrow and he pulled his phone to his ear, leaning down to run kisses along my belly. I shivered.
“I believe it’s your job to handle that, Azazyel,” Samael’s voice was cold, and I winced. Poor Azazyel. No one wanted to interrupt the boss when he was about to score.
