“Whatever is playing out in your mind is shining through your eyes, Locks,” he whispers. “Tell me to trust you. Tell me you aren’t running into danger without a plan other than to protect those you love. Promise me you will protect yourself first.”
I bury my head in his shoulder. “I’m not sure what my plan is, so I can’t promise you something I don’t yet know.”
He grips my shoulders and forces me back. “Then promise me you will talk it through with me when you know.”
“Me too,” Zee adds.
I bite my lip and nod. “I promise.”
He stares into my eyes, burning the promise into my soul, before nodding. I grab the trident as we make our way back to the elevator. “Love is a Weapon” by Letdown starts.
“Is this elevator psychic?”
Bernard snorts a laugh and points to the right upper corner. “No, but Trevor is the resident comedian.”
I narrow my gaze at the tiny camera. “Trevor?”
“Pandora! Oh hi, you’re like a celebrity,” a nervous voice croaks around us.
“Trevor works the security cameras in the building,” Bernard explains. “You want to know anything that happens in Greed? You ask Trevor.”
“Good to know,” I mutter as the elevator slows.
“Just for the record,” Trevor rambles, “he’s an ass, a delicious tall dark alpha, but still an ass. I vote you ride him like a pony then leave him wanting more.”
I cock a brow at the camera. “Shut up, Trevor,” Bernard says with a sigh. “He also fancies himself a relationship expert.”
“You lacking for entertainment here?” I wonder.
“Girl, you have no idea,” Trevor says. “So please, when all the fighting is done, come back and tell me about it. We can make a night of it. I make a mean margarita.”
I chuckle. “If I live, you have yourself a deal.”
Trevor squeals just as the doors slide open, revealing a brooding barrier of gods. The smile drops from my lips as my eyes collide with gold ones. “Like a pony,” Trevor whispers as I step off the elevator.
Lucifer looks Duncan up and down. “You are managing better than expected.”
“I want to join the fight against Zeus,” Duncan says. Lucifer’s gaze flashes to mine in accusation. “I want to delegate authority to Bernard in my absence.”
“And when the fight is over?” Lucifer asks.
“I will return to Greed and take up my position.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “Fine,” Lucifer says. “We need to do something about that power. I suggest we transfer some of it to Bernard. It will help take the pressure off you and give Bernard what he needs to hold the position without challenges from idiotic demons.”
My eyes pop open as Lucifer turns and strides to the middle of the room. Duncan and Bernard follow. I hold my ground as Archan tries to burn through my shell into my soul.Too fucking bad, buddy, you had it; you lost it.
“Natia,” he starts as Lucifer grips the shoulders of Duncan and Bernard and starts uttering words in a language I don’t understand.
I raise my hand. “Don’t.”
“You are infuriating,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
I cock a brow. “I’minfuriating? I didn’t attempt to break your shields and manipulate your mind.”
A gasp escapes the elevator. “Oh no he didn’t,” Trevor says.
“The speaker is still on, Trevor,” I mumble as Archan glares at the elevator like he might make it explode.
