She opens the door, ushering us in. There’s a large king sized bed with lavender organza hanging from the pillars. The floor is white tile, and there’s a purple chaise in the corner, as well as a bookshelf, filled to the brim with books. There’s even a decent amount of plants in the room. Definitely not what you would expect from a bedroom in Hell.
“Thank you,” Blair says. Lilith touches her arm.
“Give him time. If anyone can confirm he cares, it’s me,” she says, giving Blair a small smile before turning on her heel and leaving the room.
Blair looks around, her fingertips sliding over different parts of the room. I go to stand behind her, my hand touching her hip and she flinches again.
“Sorry,” she says.
“Blair, what is it?”
She turns to look at me, her eyes watering, and I watch her eyes now bright blue as the tears fall. Her arms wrap around herself, and she sighs. “This has just been the worst day imaginable. First the whole thing with Ryan, then my magic is taken away by the council. I get possessed by my long-lost psycho sister. Then the worst part was watching you stab me.” I go to reach out to her, but stop as she shivers. “I know I told you to, I know that. But it doesn’t stop me from seeing it.”
“Babe, you know I would never, ever hurt you. Ever.”
She nods her head, the tears still falling. “I know.” She sniffles and wipes the tears. “Then there’s conceptualizing that I’m the devil’s fucking daughter and that how I felt my whole life could have easily been explained. I’ve been up there suffering, Dax. He lied to me. He had so many chances to tell me what I was. And apparently I’m a liar just like him.”
I look down at her blood-stained clothes. Not knowing how I can make this better for her. I don’t think there’s much I can say. So I decide to offer comfort. “Would you like to take a bath?” I ask her.
“Will… will you take one with me?” I nod my head. She’s shaken and trying to wrap her mind around everything that’s happened. I don’t touch her as we walk to the en suite. A massive ceramic claw-foot tub is in the middle of the room. My hand grips the faucet as I turn the water on and plug the drain. Blair stands behind me, not undressing.
“May I undress you?” I ask her and she nods her head. Tenderly, I remove her clothes, starting with her top. It clings to her skin tightly from the dried blood. I kiss the spot where I stabbed her. There isn’t even a mark there, but I know the spot. A small sigh leaves her lips and her hand pets my head as I get to my knees to remove her shoes, skirt, and panties.
I undress myself quickly and hold out an arm for Blair to step into the warm water. Once she’s settled, I place myself behind her. Scared of how she will react, but needing her to know how much I care, I wrap my arms around her middle and rock her back against my body.
She relaxes against my chest, the back of her head resting on my shoulder. Her hands wrap around my forearms as the warm water smooths her muscles.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Me too. I should have been there.”
She spins slightly so she can look at me. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Dax.”
“You’re mine to protect, Blair. I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight knowing Mara was still out there. It was reckless.”
“I hurt you,” she said.
“Yes,” I say, not knowing how else to respond. She did hurt me. It’s not as simple of a thing as saying sorry. I forgive her, but rebuilding the trust that we lost will take time. Not to mention I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight ever again.
“Is everything okay with Ryan?” she asks.
“Not sure. I told him everything and told him that I wanted to be better. I also told him I couldn’t give you up.”
“What did he say?”
“Not much, but I’m hoping he comes around. Watching everything that just happened with Lucifer, your dad, makes me want to try harder.”
“I will have a talk with my father, Lucifer, whoever the fuck he is, about this breeding program.”
“I think after tonight his mind has already been changed.”
“I know, I was there,” she says.
“You saw everything?” She nods her head.
“I’m so sorry, babe.” I hold her tighter against my chest as she inclines her head and we spend the rest of the bath in companionable silence. She falls asleep against me, soft breaths leaving her lips. I wash her body, removing the blood and grime of the day. My mind works a million miles a minute as I try to think of how I can make this better.
I wrap Blair up in a fluffy towel drying her off and placing her on the bed to rest.
