“I really am.”
“Did we get to the favor?” Ari questioned. “I feel like we always get sidetracked around Adam.”
“Because I’m awesome-sauce!”
“I did need a favor,” Atlas admitted. “Bel wants to court me.”
“In order to mate,” Asmos said smugly.
“Yes. I want to court him back. I’m not sure I’d know how to do that back home but here…” Atlas rocked his head back and forth. “No clue how I can do that.”
“Oh, My Lucifer!” Adam screeched. “Yes!”
“That’s so cute! You are courting a demon prince,” Asmos added.
Atlas glanced over at Seb and Ari. They were the calmer ones after all. “What can I do for him? I want to get him a gift. Or take him to dinner or something.”
“We’ll help,” Seb promised. “I know the perfect present you can bring back to him today.”
“You do?” Atlas leaned forward as excitement and relief filled him. “Really?”
“I have a gorgeous flower that my mother-in-law helps me keep up with. I’ll have Ash put one in a pot and bring it over. Just be careful. They bite,” Seb told him.
Atlas laughed but when he looked around at the others, they were all nodding at him.
“They bite? A flower bites?” They had to be fucking with him.
“Hell flower,” Seb said. “Beautiful and dangerous. Perfect for a demon gift.”
“Okay, thanks,” Atlas said sincerely.
“You know what we need?” Ari asked.
“No!” Adam shouted.
“No,” Asmos whined.
“Yes!” Seb danced in his chair. “Research.”
“And a spreadsheet,” Ari claimed. “We will get Bel the best mating gifts ever.”
Atlas looked over at Adam then Asmos. Had he thought that Seb and Ari were the less chaotic ones? Not with how fast they were talking while making plans about where to find the right research materials.
“You did this,” Adam accused. “Now we’ll be getting lists sent to our phones for hours.”
“Days,” Asmos said dramatically.
Atlas shrugged. This was really Bel’s fault. He forgot to warn Atlas about Seb and Ari. Maybe he didn’t know? This could totally work in Atlas’s favor. Or for revenge.
“While they’re distracted, I have a very important question for you, Atlas.” Adam’s tone was sugary-sweet as he batted his eyes toward him.
Every internal alarm bell of instinct was alerting Atlas to be very careful here. “What’s the question?”
“How would you like to become one of my minions? I promise to take care of you, feed you, make sure that you’re always safe and happy. Doesn’t that sound amazing!” Adam clapped his hands as he finished speaking.
“Aren’t your minions usually demons?” Atlas questioned.
“I thought Mal said no more minions,” Asmos said.
