“Oh, fuck me,” Daxon muttered and got up to let the Devil in.
Chapter Eight
“I'm not the Devil, by the way,” Star said as he shook Medea's hand. “That was the last king.”
“Ah. I see,” Medea said, but her expression said the opposite.
“I was only teasing,” I said. “He's right. The Devil was Lucifer's title. Astaroth is Hell's new king—the man who saved Hell from the Devil.”
Star's expression went shocked, then pleased as he stared at me. “Thank you. That's . . . I've never been called a savior.”
“You've saved my bacon on many occasions. Practically from the moment we met.”
Medea looked back and forth between us. “Uh, is something going on between you two?”
My husbands all grimaced and made annoyed sounds as Star and I said in unison, “No!”
“All right.” Medea held up her clawed hands. “You just seem close.”
“She has a little of my magic,” Star said.
“Is that kinky code for something?”
“No, it's literal. I had to give Queen Seren a small piece of my magic to save her life.”
“She literally has a piece of your magic. Huh.”
“A part of his fucking soul is more like it,” Daxon muttered.
Medea chuckled. “I have to admit, it's nice to see you tethered to a woman and unsure of yourself, Tromlaighe. I thought this day would never come. Husband, father, and king.” She shook her head and even her snakes appeared to be laughing at him.
“You make those titles sound like a bad thing,” I said.
“For Daxon Tromlaighe, the man I knew, they are.” She snorted. “How the mighty have fallen.”
“I have fallen, yes, but not in the way you imply. I fell in love and she made me a better man. The man you knew doesn't exist anymore,” Daxon said firmly. “And I'm not unsure of myself, Medea. Not in the least. I simply protect what's mine.” He transferred his hard look to Star. “I noticed your new girlfriend bears a striking resemblance to my wife.”
Star blinked. He canted his head in thought. “Does she?” It didn't contain his usual snark. He truly sounded confused.
“Come on man. Don't pretend as if you didn't choose her based solely on the fact that she's Seren's lookalike,” Killian said.
“She is not my lookalike,” I protested. “We have the same coloring, that's all.”
“And the same body type,” Dax said.
“And the same hair,” Raza added.
“She doesn't have a purple ombré stripe,” I said.
“Or emerald eyes with stars in them,” Star added, his voice going dreamy at the end.
Everyone looked at him.
Astaroth, King of Hell, visibly steadied himself, then cleared his throat. “Freladra is not a stand-in for Seren.”
Everyone kept staring.
Then Medea said, “So, there is something between you.”
