“Can I ask something personal?”
Suspicion darkened his gaze. “Sure.”
“What do you miss about Hell? Really?”
One corner of his mouth lifted into an incredible lopsided grin. “The weather. My bed. Being able to sleep naked. The music…we have so many great musicians. You wouldn’t believe it. It’s nonstop concerts. And the tiger nut cake…worth it.”
“Tiger nut cake?”
He nodded. “It’s an old Egyptian recipe and delicious beyond belief.”
She’d take his word for it, and she noticed something that was missing from his list. “You didn’t mention any person there that you miss.”
“Helly came with me.”
That made her feel horrible for him. “Just Helly?”
“We don’t attach, Sorcha. Not like humans. That emotion you have for your sister is not something we feel.”
“Then why go home?”
Chapter
Fifteen
Why go home…
Luke sat alone at his desk, hating the fact that Sorcha’s words had really impacted him.
It’s home. Why wouldn’t I want to go back?
But then he’d never realized how empty that single word was. Home.
A place where someone belonged.
The only people he had feelings for were his mother and Helly.
To a lesser degree, his father. But he wasn’t protective of Old Scratch in the same way he was for his mother or Helly. As his father used to say, if you can’t protect yourself, don’t expect anyone else to do so.
And while he’d had fun with Sorath, he could see the fallen angel anytime he wanted. He actually saw him more here than he’d seen him in Hell.
Same for his mother.
So why was he so hell-bent on returning?
“Don’t be stupid. You don’t belong here,” he sneered at his melancholy.
What was he supposed to do? Get a house in the burbs? Have some little demons of his own?
The very thought made him want to vomit. He wasn’t a father any more than Lucifer had been.
He could barely corral Helly, and the Closet Demons were impossible. He couldn’t imagine trying to actually parent something.
As if she sensed his dark mood, Helly appeared in front of him. “What’cha doing, boss?”
“Moping.”
“Can I help?”
