“I’m not, I’ll bring him to you when we find the diadem.”
“Tomorrow, meet me at the docks.”Shit.I’m going to need a better plan.
He tilts his head and nods. “‘Till then, Lilith.”
I portal home and wonder exactly how I’m going to pull this off. Maybe I could find some sort of fake crown and give it to him. I should call Kas for backup… but for some reason, I can’t speak about Rainn, no matter how much I try. It’s actually quite odd; when I’m alone or with the angel, I can speak to him and remember things about him just fine, but around anyone else, it’s like he doesn’t exist. The coin in my dress pocket feels heavy as I lie down on the couch.
Why do I feel so strange?
I feel so stressed. Is it wrong to wish I had someone who could help me bear this weight? Suddenly my cat jumps on my chest; I smile and pet his fur as he purrs against my chest, calming my frantic thoughts that don’t seem to make sense anymore.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I suddenly find myself inside of Lucifer’s bedroom as he shuts a book and looks up at me.Interesting, we’re usually at the lake.
He tilts his head to the side, complete confusion written all over his face. “Lilith?”
“Well, of course, I would have a dream about you tonight. Were you at Hex today?” I ask him. Maybe dream Lucifer will give me some answers. It’s not like I’m actually going to Hell to confront him.
He blinks at me rapidly and stands.How could I have forgotten about his daunting height?He approaches me, his steps slow, like I’m a caged animal that might run. He looks the same as when I left him; in his fitted suit with his dark hair pushed back and his menacing brown eyes watching me as if I’m a puzzle with pieces that don’t fit together.
He appraises me with his gaze, and it moves all over my body, starting at my face before dragging down my figure.
“This isn’t a dream,” he says, his eyes going softer than they were before.
“Sure it is. I didn’t just come back to Hell on my own accord.”
“You’re astral projecting.”
I cross my arms and look at him. “If you mean I’m projecting my irritation with you while in a dream, then yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“You’re not dreaming. All these visits haven’t been dreams,” he says softly.
“Yeah, okay. Then why are you usually naked in half of my dreams,” I tease, and a small smirk takes over his lips.
“Because you are mine, and if that is something that you want, it can certainly be arranged.”
I hold out my hand and wave to him. “Alright, then. Take it off.”
“You do realize that I’m Satan, and I don’t really give a fuck if things escalate between us before you come to terms with this not being a dream. If you're willing, I’m going to do as I please.”
I arch my eyebrow at him. “Well...” I wave at his body one more time. I only saw him naked in the tub that one time, but my active imagination has done wonders, filling in the missing pieces.
Especially since I can’t seem to get any when I’m on Earth. I might as well take it where I can, in my dreams. All my possible sex interests either ghost me or mysteriously wind up dead.
“I won’t be able to touch you,” he says while he tosses his jacket onto his chair and begins unbuttoning his shirt.
“Why not?”
“Your soul is here with me, your conscious thought is here in this form, but not your physical body.”
“Yeah, duh. That’s what happens in fucking dreams. We’ve touched plenty of times before in my dreams.”
“Those are your real dreams, I would definitely recall if you were asking me to undress for you, let alone fucking you. I imagine during your real dreams when you’re not astral projecting, we don’t speak much.”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “No, you don’t. You’re usually less chatty.”
“That’s because this is not a dream.”Do I even care if it's not?
“Yes, it is. Are you going to give me the goods or what?”
