Hudson’s face went carefully blank, his eyes stark. I wrapped my hand over his and gave it a squeeze. “You aren’t doing anything wrong,” I assured him. “You didn’t ask for it, and it’s not something you can stop. Even humans have the same phenomena. It’s why people go crazy for rock stars and actors.”
Hudson’s lips pressed together.
“The key to being a good leader is not using it for anything but guiding your people, and no one would question that about you, Principal.”
He sucked in a breath.
Lucifer leaned forward and spun the document toward him, scanning the words. He snapped his head up, a grimace distorting his features. “You were going to sign this?” he checks with me.
“As her representative, yes.”
He shook his head, his steely gaze locked on mine. “No, Cora, not as her representative.” He glanced at my father. “She meant you to sign this as ours.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Weirdness isn’t a competitive sport, but if it was, I would take gold.
There was nothing more satisfying than supernatural drama I wasn’t a part of. Unfortunately, that seemed scarce lately. If anything, I found myself in the center of it more often than not. I couldn’t seem to catch a break, so I clung to those rare moments when the world wasn’t ending and everyone’s life wasn’t being threatened in order to gather energy and strength for the next disaster, which was inevitably around the corner.
I coveted normal life problems and challenges, like running out of tomatoes or needing to change the fire alarm batteries. I also enjoyed love-life drama that wasn’t my own. That was my excuse for why I was stretching my neck from my position on the sofa in the parlor to watch the mini disaster happening at the check-in desk.
Dave and Hudson followed my gaze, and for once, I found myself in the peanut gallery. Where was my popcorn?
Rebecca stomped her dainty foot sheathed in a baby-pink satin pump, which was a perfect match to her flowy sundress. “You cannot do this,” she snapped.
Ezra, the leather-wearing shifter sex god, dangled a key in her face. “Can’t I?”
Maggie’s wide eyes flicked between the pair. “He’s paid up for six weeks,” she helpfully supplied.
Rebecca huffed. “Give him his money back.”
I gave Maggie a subtle head shake. Rebecca knew our policy; unless Ezra broke one of the house rules, he wasn’t going anywhere. If anything, it was she who broke them on a weekly basis, but she knew I would never throw her out—unless she murdered someone—and even then, I would need the details before deciding.
Rebecca tugged on the ends of her ice-blonde hair. This was priceless. How many times had I been out maneuvered by Hudson and she had grinned each and every time, like I was her favorite trash TV show brought to life?
She pointed at the front door. “You can’t stay here.”
Ezra leaned against the desk and smirked. “The key in my hand says differently, Becca, so suck it up, because I am going to be here invading your space. You’ll be seeing me morning, noon, and night.”
Becca?
She fisted her hands at her sides before relaxing her shoulders. Rebecca Lexington, crown vampire princess of the United Kingdom, was in the house. Ezra was about to get served.
“Then I hope you enjoy watching me flaunt my every conquest in your face.”
Ezra went preternaturally still while Maggie ran off to hide in the kitchen, sensing the danger. Dave and Hudson tensed, ready to jump in and restrain one of their own. Idiots. Rebecca could take Ezra with one hand tied behind her back.
Ezra moved and placed his hands on either side of Rebecca, caging her against the desk. She gave him a slow, unbothered blink. “Then you’ll sign their death warrants. I might be patient with you while you come to terms with the fact you are mine, but if you let another man touch you, I will kill him.”
“You’re being dramatic,” she drawled.
“No, baby. You tangled with a cat, and now you are mine.”
I slid an amused look at Hudson. This entire scene looked like a rerun of my life and how he inserted himself into my space until I caved.
Ezra tangled his hand in her hair and yanked her head back. My cheeks heated as he dragged his tongue down her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a small sigh left her lips.
Oh, Rebecca, it’s already too late for you.
