“What about him?”Please let me be wrong.
“He wants to meet.”
I hated being right.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The secrets we keep make us vulnerable.
Chaos reigned supreme in Summer Grove House. Everyone was too busy shouting at me to allow me to have a turn to talk or even make sense of their words. I let them rage, worry, curse, and eventually simmer down into the realization that this was the best course of action. Sometimes, the loudest voice was the silent one. They did my work for me by discarding every alternative plan.
“I don’t like it,” Dave grumbled. “Getting in bed with a god of death seems like a fast track to disaster.”
“Nobody is getting in bed with Cora but me,” Hudson growled.
I rolled my eyes. “It’s a metaphor. Stop being so alpha for a moment so we can work through the plan.”
Honestly, this was growth for me. Only months ago, I would have taken my ass over to Ireland without any discussion. Letting people in was difficult, but I understood the need for it. I was one woman, and this problem was too big for me alone.
Hudson dragged in a slow breath and got control of his animal before he hulked out and dragged me to his secret hideout to wait out the apocalypse. Tempting. So very freaking tempting.
“Tell me again what he said,” Lucifer said.
Now they were listening? Fine. “Cillian said they won’t support us because Eloise hasn’t yet shown her involvement or hand. When she does, and if we need an army, they will be there.”
“In the meantime, a god wants a cozy chat with my mate?” Hudson asked as he folded his arms.
“Cillian implied Donn may be open to intervening before the situation escalates. I think we would be foolish not to hear him out.”
Rebecca, who had been quiet as she watched everyone fight among themselves, leaned forward and stared at me. “Doesn’t it seem rather convenient that he chooses now to offer help?”
“It’s a trap,” Sebastian said with a nod.
I rolled my eyes. “What would he get out of trapping me? He’s supporting a woman in taking control of the world—one he isn’t even interested in.”
Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. “Exactly. Meaning he has manipulated the situation into something you can’t resist.”
I pressed my lips together and massaged my temple. “Give me a better option.”
“Easy,” Hudson snapped. “Don’t go.”
I gave him a withering look. “Did you fall in love with a woman who chooses the straightforward path? A mate who puts herself above others?”
His shoulders drop and he lets loose a sigh. “No.”
“Then it’s decided. Uncle, may we bother you for an express lift to Ireland?”
Lucifer lost his perpetually amused smirk in favor of his King of Hell, scary as shit persona. “I don’t like this.”
“You don’t have to like it.”
“I will take you.”
“What’s your price?” I asked. There was always a price with the Devil.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Obviously. You’re our transportation.”
