“Very well,” he says, spinning on his heel and leaving the office. He shuts the door, and I immediately start pouring myself a glass of alcohol.
This was not my plan when I thought about making demons on earth. I didn’t plan to look at the face of a little girl with deep brown eyes and dark hair and think about how adorable she is or how I would do anything to keep her safe.
There’s not much I can do to protect her except for making sure her demon side lies dormant. While there’s not a lot I can do on Earth, Blair deserves a childhood. A long and happy life is far more important than having an heir or a created army.
On the other hand, I can’t disband the program yet, either. Everyone will speculate, and my idiotic idea will go under fire. Maybe they would even start looking for Blair.
I’ve fucked up, and all I can worry about is if my mistakes and arrogance will come back to haunt the child I didn’t know I had.
There’s a knock at the door, and irritation fills me, thinking that Toth would like to talk some more. I roll my eyes, choosing not to answer, but the knock continues.
“What?” I growl.
“Sorry, I can come back later,” her soft voice says, and I clear my throat.
“It’s fine.” I down the whiskey and pour another as she walks in. It’s late, and she’s wearing a large t-shirt, but I can’t tell what’s underneath. It’s fucked up, but as badly as I want her here, I want her to leave as well. She saw too much. At least she didn’t seem mad, but why would she? She doesn’t see me the way I see her.
“How’s Blair?” she asks. My eyes meet hers immediately.
“I put some protections in place.”
She nods and rubs her arm. Her blonde hair is loose, falling down her back, and all I want is for her to just come sit on my lap and make everything better, but she turns. I see the outline of her panties against her shirt, and I groan.
Lilith turns back, popping out her hip and leaning against the doorframe. “If you ever want to talk about it…” She doesn’t finish her offer, looking anywhere but my face.
“I’m alright.”
She scoffs, shaking her head. “Are you really that unfeeling?”
I take a deep breath and look at her. “Goodnight, Lilith.”
“No, not ‘goodnight, Lilith’. You have a daughter. A human daughter?” I raise an eyebrow at her, and it would usually make anyone else shut up, but she doesn’t. “She just seemed sad,” she says quietly.
I sigh and rub my temple. “I’ve had a talk with her mother, and I’ll do what I can.”
She looks at me as if what I’m doing isn’t enough, but she nods her head anyway. “She’s pretty cute,” she tries again, saying it with a smile. I try to hide my smirk as I take another sip of my whiskey. “That’s what I thought,” she says before turning around and waving a hand. “Goodnight.” She walks away, and I can’t help but feel like I got played.
Lilith came in here to check on me, she didn’t have to, but she did, and something about that warms my chest. As much as I might want to drink myself stupid over the guilt I feel about leaving Blair on Earth, knowing that Lilith met Blair and wasn’t disgusted or angry with me is something. If anything, she seems to have a soft spot for my tenacious little spawn. I mean, how could you not?
I debate all night about what additional protections I can put in place for Blair, and if there’s any way I can bring her to Hell sooner. But the idea of her not living her full life on Earth saddens me more than not having her here with me. We’ll have eternity together, so for now, I’ll make sure she lives. That she’s happy and protected, and that she always has the best birthdays.
Chapter twelve
Great,nowhe’sahot dad!Is my first thought when I show up to Lucifer’s office the next morning. He looks fucking good, not as sad as he looked last night. He’s wearing this floor-length suit jacket with a tie that looks like it’s made of leather, and his hair is pushed back. I’m not supposed to find him attractive or endearing. He’sliterallySatan. If I find him these things, what does that make me?
“Lilith,” he barks, making me jump.
“Sorry, what?” He rolls his eyes at my not paying attention and sighs.
“We have to go back to the fae realm today.”
“Okay,” I nod and look down. I’m dressed in a floor-length, deep maroon dress with long slits up the legs. And I can’t help but catch him staring at the exposed skin of my thigh as the fabric plays peek-a-boo with him. It makes my lip twitch, but I don’t mention it. I sure as shit wasn’t going to get caught in the fae realm looking like a pin-up for some car magazine again.
“Are you going to accept his offer?” I ask.
He smirks. “You’ll just have to be patient, won’t you?”
Patience is not a virtue that I have. I thought I was gaining some patience when I was going on my little murder spree, but I was wrong. I feel like there are so many secrets in Hell, and I haven’t even scratched the surface. It’s making me feel on edge.
