“Blair can’t come to the phone right now,” I reply. “She’s going to be my best friend, though. So unless you plan on stabbing me with that blade and hurting your precious little witch, I suggest that you back off and let me leave here peacefully. I promise to take good care of her,” I say, rubbing my hands against my new body.
“You’re coming with me,” he says, taking a step forward.
“I’m not coming with you unless you’ve changed your mind and would like to go back to having fun. I can be more like Blair if that’s what you need, I promise.”
“Fuck, let Blair go!” he says.
“No, she’s mine, and she’s perfect. My new best friend is going to be really mad if I hurt you. So I think you should leave.”
“Blair, babe, can you hear me?”
“I told you she’s not home!”
Dax! Stab her!
“Blair, how can you say such a thing?”
“What is she saying to you?” he asks me.
“None of your business.”
Dax! Portal her to Hell.
“Blair, you’re really not being a good friend right now,” I tell her.
“Blair, tell me. Come back to me,” Dax pleads.
The words fall out of my mouth, Blair pushing heavily against my mental walls. “Stab her.”
Dax looks pained as he raises his arm, the blade shiny in his hand. But he doesn’t stab me in the heart, the only place that would send me to Hell. He stabs me in a blowing spot in the gut. Knocking the wind out of me. I pant heavily as a pop noise around me makes my ears ring. He grabs my arm roughly as he portals me to Hell.
Chapter 30
Neverinmywildestfucking dreams would I have ever imagined portaling directly to Lucifer’s private quarters. I’d been here one time, for when he made my body corporeal, that’s the only reason I’m able to visualize taking us here.
His room is lavish and dark, black satin sheets cover a four poster California king sized bed. The walls have lavish filigree wallpaper in black velvet. Half of the room is glamoured to the point that I can’t make out what else is in the room. The fireplace crackles and garners my attention and there’s where I see Lucifer sitting on a large wingback chair, with a just as shocked Lilith on his lap.
The wound on Blair’s stomach is deep and blood is covering my shaking hands. As we forcibly land on the deep, rich burgundy carpet. My gaze travels between her body and where Lilith’s blonde ponytail is released from Lucifer’s hand and she startles off of his lap, pulling her shirt up to cover her breasts. My focus is too set on Blair to worry about Lucifer fucking his assistant.
I can only hope that I can beg him to let me heal Blair once he ejects Mara from her body. I would do anything, give anything to make sure she’s okay. That I can fix what I did. I know that I wouldn’t have been able to get the upper hand if I didn’t wound Mara, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I hurt Blair, when I told her I never would.
“What is this?” Lucifer stands and strides towards where I’m crouched on the floor cradling Blair’s body. “Why have you brought my daughter to Hell, Daxaddon?”
“Mara is your daughter?”
His brows furrow, and he gets down on his knees. He strokes Blair’s face affectionately. “They both are,” he says. “Lilith, love. Fetch Milcom for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. Putting more clothes on before she portals out of the room.
“You have to save her,” I say.
“I will save them both,” he says, looking up at me, confused. “How do you know my daughter?” he asks.
Of all the women I could have found, of course, it was the boss’s daughter. “We’re involved romantically. I care for her very much,” I say. He looks me up and down before he stands and grabs a blade from the dresser. I’d be lying if I didn’t think he was going to destroy my soul right here and now.
He surprises me by cutting his wrist slightly and dripping a few drops of blood onto Blair’s wound. It doesn’t take long for it to close up, and I imagine it will heal from the inside. I test the skin, touching it lightly with my thumb as I watch the skin graft itself.
“Who stabbed her?” he asks, his tone menacing.
