“Call her that again, and I will rip your tongue out and then make you eat it,” I hissed. Mateo smiled at me.
“I was thinking that maybe she wouldn’t want you after she found out what you are. But since she doesn’t care, maybe I should introduce myself and see if she wants a real God of Hell.”
He wanted me to fight him, but I ignored the taunt even though possessiveness ran through my veins. Della would chew him up and spit his ass out. He could never give her what I could. He gave me a look like he had a secret, but I wasn’t even going to ask.
“What do you want?” I glared.
“Just checking on you. I want to make sure you are still on track for getting her to fall from grace.”
“Yes.” I lied.
His eyes ran over me, assessing.
“You are in love with her.” He wasn’t asking. He could see it. “That will make it so much better when I take her from you.”
My eyes flashed red. “You really want to die, don’t you?” I asked.
“You couldn’t possibly satisfy her. You are weak. You have always been the weakest of us.”
I smiled. “I’ll make sure she screams loud enough that you can hear just how well I satisfy her.”
He clenched his jaw.
“Are you jealous that no woman has ever wanted you, Mateo?”
“No,” he lied.
“What do you want?” I asked. He was not here for this. He looked around my room and sighed heavily.
“Would you do anything for her?” he asked, and I instantly became on edge.
“Yes.”
“Even when she falls from the grace of the heavens?” His eyes flickered to me with a grin on his stupid face.
“Yes.” I narrowed my eyes. He knew something that I didn’t.
“You don’t even know her,” Mateo sneered. “How stupid can you be to trust her? She is a heavenly goddess. What if she is getting close to you just so she can kill you and send your ass to Hell for good?”
I didn’t even acknowledge him and his idiotic paranoia. He sighed heavily before glancing at me again. “Fine, but I will laugh in your face when she deceives you.”
“She won’t. Now get the fuck out of here, and run back to Hell.”
“Just one question before I go,” he said. “How did you know about the God of Knowledge?”
I went to answer him but stopped because I wasn’t really sure. “I had a vision of him, I think.”
Mateo nodded slowly, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes on me. “Did you want to hear something interesting I just learned about the Gods of Hell?”
Fuck, I must have said something wrong.
“I always thought it was odd that you claimed to have magic when none of us did. I mean, we all have our starlight, but nothing else.” He picked up a picture of Della I drew before tossing it down. “I learned that none of us are supposed to have magic.”
He looked at me like I would lose my shit—like I was keeping this secret from him.
“Well, I do, so what?” I shrugged.
His smile made me tense. “Actually, you don’t.” He stopped moving toward me. “It is impossible for you to have visions and whatever else you have as magic. So where did you get it?”
