Chapter eight
Luciferkeepshisdistance,and that’s just how I like it.
I think.
He frustrates me, and I’m not sure what it is, but every time he’s around me, I want to get under his skin and annoy him. In return, he doesn’t know what to do with me, so he sends me away, or he runs away himself.
It’s easier that way. Because coming to terms with the fact that I find the fucking Devil to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen is just not going to happen.
I mean, does he have to be six-foot-nine and have thick, dark brown hair with eyes so dark they nearly look black? Every time he holds a glass with his long fingers, I want to scream. Or I have inappropriate thoughts of where he could put his hands on me.
So instead of even considering that Lucifer is attractive in a bad boy kind of way, I spend my days training. Kas has become my Yoda in a sense, teaching me how to portal and what I can expect from my so-called powers alongside additional combat training. Having grown up in my dad’s studio, I’m already ahead of the game, but it’s different with this newly gifted strength. Having freakish strength seems like a pretty common thing among demons, but other than that, it seems as if there’s nothing else special about me. Kas keeps telling me that sometimes it takes decades to harness an additional gift. I’m just being impatient.
Portalling is fun, and I found it easy to acclimate, but that’s not what Kas wants to work on today—apparently.
“We’re going to Earth today,” she tells me.
My face lights up as I take her in; she’s dressed like she’s ready for fashion week in Paris, and I think I look a little lackluster next to her in my Sailor moon shirt and jeans. Kas looks me up and down and scoffs. “Come on, you canborrowsomething of mine.” She accentuates the word borrow very heavily, and it’s clear Kas takes her clothes very seriously. It’s not like I don’t have a massive closet filled with clothes, I’m just not sure how to accept them, knowing that they’re from Lucifer.
She quickly portals us to an apartment. It’s not what I would expect from Kas, but more from a dwelling in Hell. I look around, and she scoffs at the expression I must have on my face. “Trust me, it’s not as bad as some of the others.”
I hum, and it clicks in my brain as to why she doesn’t spend the majority of her time here.Again, I wonder exactly why my room is so nice.
“Where are we going on Earth?”
“You’ll see,” she teases with a smirk. Grabbing a red, skin-tight dress, she holds it out for me. I quickly undress and put on the garment. It fits like a glove and grips every inch of my body. It’s revealing, in the best way, showing just the right amount of cleavage and thigh through the high slit. Kas clicks her tongue and nods appreciatively. I run my hands down the material, and now I understand why Kas dresses like this all the time. Dressing like this has a way of making you feel powerful in a simplistic kind of way.
“Much better. Now, let’s test out these skills of yours.”
“Uh, what skills?”
She doesn’t answer, just grabs my arm and portals us to Earth. We land outside of a massive mansion. The temperature is warm, and I know that we’re far away from North Point or Hallowsdeep.
“Where are we?”
“You’ll see,” she says, linking her elbow with mine. She helps me walk up the marble stairs, our heels clicking with each step we take.
“Name, please?” a man dressed in a suit with a clipboard asks Kas.
She laughs and unlinks our elbows as she clutches her necklace. She looks the man in the eyes, fluttering her lashes, and smiles. “We’re on the list,” she says softly.
The man smiles and nods. “Of course you are. Enjoy your night, ladies.”
Kas turns back to clasp my hand as the heavy wooden doors open for us.
“Uh, what the fuck was that?”
“One of the perks of being a demon and one of the things you’re going to work on tonight. You need to convince someone of something that’s not true.”
I look around the crowd, everyone is dressed in expensive dresses and suits. A woman with a harp is up front playing light music as waiters walk around the space with champagne flutes. The interior of the home is unique but nowhere near as ornate and opulent as Lucifer’s manor.
“How exactly am I supposed to do that?”
“With intent. You want them to believe that what you’re saying is true, and they will.”
“Is this possibly one of my gifts?”
Kas nods. “Most demons have some level of persuasion in them when dealing with humans. Some are better than others.”
