“So you and your dad are going to have dinner, okay?”
“You can come,” Blair says, and I shake my head.
“Thanks for inviting me, but you go with your dad and have a good time.”
“Okay,” Blair says, looking over at Lucifer.
“Happy birthday until we can meet again,” I say, holding out my hand, and she shakes it. She looks back over at Lucifer, and I watch them walk out of the woods together.
I’d never really thought of children before, and I wonder how long Lucifer has been alive, along with if this is something that he’s always wanted. As I watch him laugh at his daughter’s jokes, it’s clear that this is a happy moment for him.
The selfish thought I have is how I wish I could be a part of this moment too, knowing damn well I have no right. I’m just his assistant.
Chapter eleven
Isitatatable in this odd seafood restaurant, staring at the child sitting across from me, who is undeniably mine. We share the same hair and eyes, and apparently, her attitude might have been inherited as well.
“Why this place?” I ask, looking at the eclectic crab shack.
“It’s expensive, and I never get to come here, but it looks like you have money.” I can’t help but smile at her and her perceptive answer.
“How old are you?”
“I turned seven today,” she says proudly, though she talks like she’s much older. And with a foul mouth.
“Happy Birthday, are you having a party?”
She scoffs and shakes her head. “No, my mom told me I was lucky to be alive, and that’s my gift.”
My anger is on the precipice of overflowing as she talks about how Josie treats her. I remember sleeping with the witch and realizing she was powerful. She’s now the high priestess of her coven, and I wonder if Josie also being magical is the reason Blair is able to be half-demon, instead of simply mortal.
Her demon nature isn’t at the forefront, it’s her witch side that’s running the show. Her demon side is dormant, but I can feel it wanting to take over.
Everything I’ve ever cared about has always been taken away from me in some way or another, and as I look down at this angry little girl, I know what I have to do. And that’s to protect her any way I can.
“What would you like for your birthday?” I ask, and she shrugs. Her eyes turn purple before she blinks, and they shift back to brown.
“Money is always good.” I nod in agreement.
“I’m going to start a bank account for you. One that your mother can’t touch. It will be your money, you understand?” She nods her head as she cracks a crab leg and eats the meat.
“So am I supposed to call you dad?” she asks.
“If you’d like.”
She tilts her head and looks at me inquisitively. “You really didn’t know about me?” I shake my head, and with the way she looks at me, I wonder if she has my ability to taste lies. “Okay then. I’ll call you dad.”
I can’t hide my smile as I eat my own food. We eat somewhat quietly for a moment, sizing each other up.
“So that pretty woman, is she your girlfriend?”
“Something like that,” I answer, and she nods.
“That’s cool. She seems cool.”
“She is.”
“So what, do I get to live with you now?” she asks, and my heart sinks. As badly as I’d love to wrap her up in my arms and take her to Hell with me. Hell is no place for a child, and if I truly want to protect her, then the only people who can know about her are Lilith and myself.
