“Because we love you,” Aspen replies.
“Because I was made to protect you,” El says.
“I don’t need to be protected from my family anymore… but I still need you. I need all three of you.”
Asmodeus squeezes my hand. “I’m not going anywhere. Remember? Gum on shoe.”
“I remember,” I say. “I do have a question… El, why did you let the villains in the facility loose? How would that help anything?”
El shakes his head. “I didn’t.
I can feel a shift in Asmodeus’s body. “I don’t think Henrik did it… so then who did?”
“I don’t know… I’m not quite sure,” I say.
Asmodeus looks thoughtful but shakes his head.
“What?”
“You don’t think your father did, do you?”
“My father?” I ask in astonishment.
“Just… what better way to prove that supers need to be eliminated than letting a significant number of supers with felonies loose?” Asmodeus muses. “He had coverage on it before anyone else… I’m just saying that it might be something to keep an eye on. I bet if I rush back to your father’s place of work, I can stick him back in the building and fan the flames.”
“I’ll help,” El offers.
“I know you all think I’m an angel, but I would very much help as well. I think I’d look sexy as a bad boy,” Aspen says.
“You will not help. We’ll look into that idea to see if we can figure out if my father is tied to it, but I’m not promising anything. And I’m not letting the three of you become felons!”
Asmodeus doesn’t seem to love this idea. “I can promise you that I can make your father disappear.”
“You’re so sexy,” Aspen says as he hugs Asmodeus’s face to his chest. “Isn’t he sexy, El?”
El just stares at them.
I sigh and push Aspen off before rolling over to Asmodeus and kissing him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DEUS
I walk into the bedroom, looking for Ellison, when I feel someone slide up behind me. The forwardness is very Aspen, but I know it’s Ellison before even turning around.
“How are you doing?” I ask as he slides his arm around me.
“Do I have to answer that question?”
I tip my head back and he gives me a kiss. “Would you rather show me?”
“You really want to have sex with both of us?” he asks.
Oh? “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“I’m thinking about a lot of things,” Ellison says, turning me around to face him.
“Yeah?” I ask as I sense someone else coming up behind me. “So… instead of answering my question, you’re going to distract me? Isn’t that my thing, not yours?”
