“Careful, Little Human,” he muses, walking into the most beautiful kitchen I’ve ever seen. My jaw drops, and even my takeout loving soul can admire how pretty it all is. “Lucifer’s chef should have food for you to eat in the fridge.”
Opening the ginormous fridge, he nods slowly.
“Pancakes, an omelet with toast and fruit, or a cinnamon roll?” Bane asks.
“Can I gain weight anymore?” I ask.
Bane’s dark eyes flick over in my direction before he shakes his head.
“Cinnamon roll, please,” I say politely.
“Something sweet for someone so snarky? I’m shocked,” he replies, taking out the container.
I watch as he moves to the toaster oven to remove the pastry from the container to warm, and I nearly swoon. I would have eaten it cold, but this is so much better.
“You’re worse than I am,” I say. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”
“Explore your new home,” he says. “I don’t think even you will be able to get into too much trouble. As it is, it isn’t as if you can die twice.”
Well, if that was one of my questions, it’s answered now.
Bane decides my cinnamon roll is done, and he transfers it to a plate before placing it in front of me.
“Bye,” he says, his fingers pinching my chin as he pushes up my face to look at me. His lips crash onto mine for one, really hot kiss, and then he’s gone.
I hate this popping out thing he can do. Whatever happened to storming out of a room? His way is so much cooler.
The first bite of my cinnamon bun is incredible. It mixes so well with Bane’s smoky flavor, and my eyes roll back as I moan. Fuck, I’m going to need him to make out with me before I eat anything ever again.
I am dramatic, and I refuse to be anything other than myself. The worst has happened, right? I’m dead, and I belong to a dark haired god of a man who happens to kill people for a living.
I don’t think he’s alive, though, so that very flowery, hot description doesn’t completely work. Bane is more handsome than should be legal both above and below Hell.
My lips curl in amusement as I polish off the rest of my breakfast, my stomach singing with happiness. I have a sweet tooth, and that’s likely not to change. Especially now that I know I can’t gain weight.
Getting up, I wash my plate, leaving it in the strainer before hunting down a glass. The cool water feels good once I fill it from the fridge, and I sigh happily.
So much has changed, while others remain the same. A sweet treat will never fail to change my mood, even if there doesn’t seem to be a coffee maker in sight.
Can I go through caffeine withdrawal if I’m dead? Knowing Bane, he’d roll his eyes and tell me to use my head. Therefore, until I get a headache, I’m going to say that I can’t.
Taking care of my glass, I leave the kitchen to explore the castle. There’s beautiful art prints on the wall, libraries, and a really beautiful courtyard.
While I’m out there, I swear that I can feel the sunlight on my face. Everything tells me that’s impossible, but this is Lucifer’s castle, which makes almost everything else possible.
It’s the kind of logic that makes a person crazy, huh?
Walking back inside, I find myself wandering without paying attention to where I’m going. It’s probably a dumb move, but I’m getting bored, and so I disassociate. As I pass by a man with horns and some kind of uniform, I barely give him any attention.
“Hey!” he barks out, making me flinch. Turning, I give him one of the looks that I hate when Bane gives it to me.
“That’s not my name, and I’m not doing anything wrong,” I say.
“No, but you’re fresh meat. This means I get to play with you. Who will stop me? No one,” he growls.
Fuck, shit, fuck!
Turning, I start to run. I just need to figure out where my room is. Ugh, why am I so lost? Next time, I’m not leaving.
