“Such a gracious servant, Kirk.”
I take the only available seat across his desk, leaving nowhere for Lilith to sit. She looks pissed but just stands there and watches the encounter.
“A week ago, you did the intake of all the souls. May I see it?”
“Of… Of course,” he says, and I sense his fear filling up the room as he fingers through the manilla envelopes looking for last week’s files. “Here you are,” he says, handing them to me. If souls could sweat, I’m sure he would have some dripping down his forehead by now.
I lick my finger to turn the page and eye Lilith, who licks her lips as I glance through the paperwork. It’s as I suspected; Lilith’s paperwork isn’t in here, even though I brought her here myself. I know I did the proper documents to make sure nothing looked suspicious. It was also a test to see if anyone was suspicious of what Lilith meant to me, and my suspicions are clearly valid as I stare at the soul before me.
“Where is Lilith’s intake form?” I ask in an even tone.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he sputters, and I taste his lie. It’s like ash on my tongue as he continues to speak. I stay sitting and don’t raise my voice.
“I submitted the paperwork, where is it?”
“Sir?” he asks, trying to act like he’s fumbling through the folders again.
“Has anyone come to you, Kirk? Asking about Lilith?”
Lilith’s eyebrows furrow, and she looks like she wants to say something but holds back, just taking in the encounter. It’s good to know that she doesn’t speak everything that comes to her mind.
“My lord, I’m not sure what you’re asking?”
It’s then that I stand; both Kirk and Lilith track me as I slowly walk around the desk. I don’t touch the soul, but I do stare at him. “Who took Lilith’s paperwork?”
“I…I…I don’t know.”
It’s not a lie; he’s scared, but it’s not a lie.
“Who would have had access to this?” I ask, pointing over to the filing cabinet he was leafing through earlier.
“You, high-ranking demons,” he sputters.
“I see,” I say with a smile on my face. “Maybe Elvor will be able to get more information from you.” I clench my fist, and we watch as his soul disappears like a wisp of smoke.
When I turn on my heel and look at Lilith, her lips are parted as she looks at me and back to where the soul was standing.
“Did you kill him?” she asks.
I shake my head and adjust my suit jacket. “No, I sent him to the pit.”
“Why is my paperwork so important?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowed as she holds on to her pad of paper and pen.
“Because I specifically gave it to Kirk to see who might be interested in your arrival in Hell. It appears my suspicions were correct.”
She goes to ask another question, but I grab her by the arm and portal her to the fae realm before she can say anything else.
Chapter ten
Ifeelsickaswe land on our feet. Lucifer doesn’t let go of my arm, and I don’t shake him off, feeling dizzy. His large palm circles the back of my neck, and I feel centered again.
“Sometimes long distances can be hard. Are you well?”
I nod my head, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His skin feels ice cold against my flesh, and I nearly shiver.
“That was fucking abrupt,” I scoff, and he finally removes his hand from my arm and neck. He just shrugs, making me irritated all over again.What is it with these demons when you ask them a question?“You would think you would want your assistant in the know so they could help you.”
“You would think,” he says, straightening his suit jacket.Who gave him the right to look so damn good in a suit?It’s charcoal black and fits him perfectly. His hair didn’t even move an inch from portalling here. It’s embarrassing as I have to pick the jean shorts out of my ass while we walk down the path.
