“Should I just go sleep in your bed?” I ask, eyeing the vicious creature.
“She’ll share,” he says as he scoops her up and moves her. When she immediately returns to the spot only to find me in it, it’s like she’s ready for some blood.
“If that thing murders me in the middle of the night, I hope you’re happy.”
“She would never. She’s like an elementary school kid. She’s just picking on the person she likes.”
“That’s called a bully.”
“Hmm… understandable.”
I sigh and close my eyes until I feel the bed shift. I look over and find Asmodeus staring at me. He seems to be expecting something.
“The dark makes me think too much,” he whispers. It’s the first time since meeting Lily that he’s shown that things might not be perfectly okay.
“I understand.”
“But when I’m cradled in the rugged arms of a godly man, it’s better.”
“I’ll let you know if I see one of those around,” I say as I close my eyes again.
“My body seizes up, my bosom hurts, and my stomach aches when I lie alone in the cold, dark night with the whispers of demons in my ears.”
“Where are your creepy dolls? Hug one of those.”
“It’d make me feel better if I used your hair for one. It would make me feel closer to you even when you’re away.”
“If you cut off any part of my hair, I will shave your whole head.”
Asmodeus thinks for a moment. “Might be worth it… my hair grows extremely swiftly and I would have a doll of such a delicious man. Hmm…”
He reaches out and touches my hair like he’s testing it. I grab his hand and push it down, but he just draws my hand in and kisses it. “Husband, I very much enjoy it when you are direct.”
“We aren’t even dating yet.”
“Yet? He has confirmed our future. We might as well skip all those unnecessary bits. I’ll get the wedding rings. Are you a silver or gold kind of guy? I’m thinking black, honestly… it will match your suits.”
“Go to sleep. We’ll worry about it in four years.”
“Four years? Demons protect my soul and help me as the days stretch on,” he mutters.
I ignore him and close my eyes again.
“My skin huuuurts.”
I roughly grab him and drag him to me. I stuff a pillow over his head so I don’t have to see that grin I know he’s wearing. He molds against me, fitting perfectly, and I feel at ease as the stress leaves my body.
My hand digs into his back while I question what I’m going to do. Because I can’t lose him too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DEUS
I do a triple take when Ellison comes down the stairs. “All that is demonic, bless my measly soul,” I whisper.
“Shut it or I’m going to change,” he growls.
Instead of the typical suit, he’s wearing tan slacks, a button-up with a sweater vest, and a scarf. Is it even scarf weather? Then again… is itsuitweather? No one but Ellison seems to know the answer to that.
