He was as silver tongued as the devil was reported to be. Preying on a person’s insecurities to get what he wanted.
Who do you think those stories are based on?Ahrun thought with a chuckle.A little game of mine, tempting the righteous to reveal their true selves.
I stared blankly at Ahrun. That wasn’t possible.
I’m not solely responsible for the idea of Satan, of course,Ahrun continued.There really is a Lucifer. It’s just the truth differs quite a bit from the fiction written in humanity’s holy books.
With a shake of my head, I firmly stuffed the conversation in a box titled “Things we don’t need to think about ever again.”
Just in time as a commotion came from the top of the stairs.
Nathan leaned over the banister, grinning at me. “For someone who went as hard as you did last night, I’m surprised to find you conscious. I thought for sure you’d be down for a few days.”
I glared up at him. “No thanks to you.”
Nathan chuckled, bounding down the stairs as another enforcer ghosted into the room from outside.
I nodded a greeting at Eric, the quietest of Liam’s enforcers.
He inclined his head before taking up a station along the perimeter of the room. Ever vigilant. That was Eric. I don’t think I’d ever seen him let down his guard.
Despite that, he was one of my favorites. Maybe because he didn’t feel the need to talk all the time.
Nathan hopped over the couch, landing on the cushion next to me.
Thomas gave him an irritated look as he steadied the drink Nathan had almost knocked over.
“You look good, A.” Nathan rubbed the top of my head. “Not like death at all.”
I ducked out of reach, planting a foot in his side and kicking. “Asshole.”
It was no use. My attempt to dislodge him from the couch was met with failure.
Nathan got a strange look on his face before snatching my left hand up in his. “Nice bling, A. Where’d you get it?”
My gaze latched onto the sparkly rock sitting in a rose gold setting on my ring finger. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed it until now. Denial, maybe. My preoccupation with the changes taking place within me. Whatever you wanted to call it, I’d missed something that was quite literally right under my nose.
My horrified gaze found Liam’s.
“Took you long enough.” Liam said, lifting his drink to his lips.
I held up the hand with the heavy as fuck rock. How the hell had I managed to miss its presence?
Denial. That was it. Pure self-hypnosis.
“We are not married.”
Maybe if I said it emphatically enough, it would make it true.
“The marriage certificate I have says otherwise,” Liam murmured.
I gaped.
He did not just say that. He didn’t.
“This isn’t happening,” I muttered.
I couldn’t be married and not remember. There had to be some type of rule about that.
