He looked endlessly amused, and it pissed me off. His wings were hidden away, his clothes covered almost every inch of his hard body, but whenever I looked at him, all I saw was that hard body covering mine, the wicked lust on his face as he thrust into me.
“Danica?”
Our eyes met again and he smiled. He knew exactly what he did to me.
“I’m sure you heard what happened last night.”
He nodded. “I did. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
“Where were you?”
Surprise flashed across his face and I shook my head. “Never mind.” It was none of my business where the hell the demon was, and pretending to care would likely just give him ideas.
“Miami,” he said.
I nodded, my gaze flicking past him to the glass doors which opened to a wide balcony. Outside, demons flew through the air, coming and going from the tower, their invisible wings making it appear like they were floating.
“What is it that you need, Danica?”
“I came here to ask you to help with the investigation.”
“Is this a favor for you or your sister?”
“Both.”
“Ah. Your sister asked you for my help, and you buried your pride long enough to come to me.”
I stayed silent. He let out a low chuckle, the sound coated with a layer of bitterness.
“Of course, you would never ask for my help if not for your sister, isn’t that right?”
“You lied to me.”
He shook his head, raising one eyebrow. He looked remarkably composed. The last time we’d talked about this, he’d seethed with frustration. The emotion had almost humanized him for a few brief moments. He didn’t look close to human now.
A few weeks ago, I’d discovered a human hate group who were hunting ancient fae artifacts. My friend Gary had almost been killed when the hate group traced a light fae amulet to his store. We’d recovered the artifacts. But the moment I touched the amulet. I’d been transported through a portal to a library.
At first, it was a good time. The library was filled with ancient demon lore, and I snooped until I found a bunch of books detailing Samael’s history.
Unfortunately, those weren’t the only books in that library.
As soon as I’d laid eyes on the book containing The Nephilim Prophecy, it was as if my body was no longer my own. No matter how much I fought the compulsion, I’d eventually opened the book and read the prophecy.
When the Morning Star goes to war with the Nephilim of his bloodline, only one shall survive.
I was the Nephilim, and my grandfather was Lucifer himself. The same man responsible for the slaughter of Samael’s entire family and the theft ofhisgrandfather’s throne.
Opening the book had alerted Lucifer that I was alive. That meant that his people would be hunting me.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Samael had known who I was. Known, and kept it hidden from me.
Samael got to his feet, rounded his desk, and leaned against it, his gaze steady on my face.
“We will talk about this. And my reasons— which are valid. But I will wait until you are not so distracted. I will investigate this arson,” Samael said. “I will visit the scene this morning.”
I closed my eyes. Some small part of me had hoped he’d refuse, if only to keep me from needing to spend any time with him.
I tensed as he stepped closer. Samael did nothing without some kind of bargain.
