“Mmm, a dangerous question, Minnie. I have many, many correct opinions.”
I lean across the island resting my chin in my hand. “Confronting my Father with a devil at my side is intimidating, right? Even if we haven’t made a contract.”
“Who says you two haven’t signed a contract?” I’m ready to explain when he winks. “Never show your hand, Minnie dear. There’s no way to tell whether you have or have not signed a deal with a devil.”
“Don’t give her ideas!” Rosier shouts, but Kas already has a scheming smile on his face.
“Besides, it’s not the deal itself that’s scary. It’s the possibility of that deal.”
“So… I should make my Father believe I’ve made a deal, but not imply anything specific?” I ask.
“That’s what I would do.” He crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “But what do I know? I’m just a couple thousand-year-old succubus. Seen empires rise and fall and all that.”
I quirk a brow. “Were you involved in any falling of empires perchance?”
Kas grins, but I don’t inquire further. After all, he did just tell me the less someone knows, the more intimidating you come off.
I purse my lips. “You wouldn’t happen to know how I could get tickets to the Institute of Art Gala this weekend do you?”
“Tim can weasel his way into anything. Including three gala tickets.” When I cock my head, not sure why I would need three tickets, Kas explains, “I refuse to miss a scheme.”
The more I think about it, the less I mind it. Rosier and I together, we’re a couple, but with Kas, we’re sort of a posse, a little more intimidating and a little more organized. “I’ve still got my graduation dress.” I think aloud, trying to plan.
“What’s your size?” Kas asks,
“Um, it depends. I’m short and wide on the bottom but not wide at all at the top.”
“It would be cutting it close trying to get a dress altered by Friday,” he mutters while nibbling at his thumb. “Not to mention, I’m going to be tearing my hair out getting a certain devil in a suit.”
Rosier is still laying on the couch. “Why do I have to wear a suit?”
Kas knits his thick brows. “It’s black tie. They literally won’t let you in if you don’t have a cumberbund on.”
“Awhat?”
I butt in. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you can handle one night of wearing a tux. You survived Hell all these years.”
“Hell isn’t really hellish when it’s your home, Minnie. You keep forgetting this.” Even standing in the kitchen, I can see him roll his eyes on the couch.
“If Hell on Earth is wearing a suit, then maybe you’ll develop some empathy for your subjects.” I walk over and take his hand, attempting to pull him up from the couch. “Come on.” He doesn’t budge. “Am I going to have to command you to get up?”
His voice is sly. “Maybe…”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Coming from you?”
I catch sight of Kas at the island, his chin in his hands, watching us like we’re on stage. He notices me staring and squeaks. “Oh, ignore me, keep doing whatever this is. Foreplay or something.”
That gets Rosier to sit up so he can glare at Kas.
Kas is wrong, we’re not flirting. But he’s not completely off base regarding our relationship. Though, I’m not sure there is a word for the set up Rosier and I have. If someone asked if I wanted to sleep with him, it would be an easy no, but that would conveniently leave out last night. We’re like magnets, sometimes polarized against each other and other times drawn to one another. I guess we don’t need to label it. I’m going to have an eternity in Hell with him to figure out what it is we are to each other.
With Roiser sitting up, I take the opportunity to drag him to his feet, this time he obliges. “Kas, maybe we can schedule a dress fitting tomorrow? Once I’m done with work?”
Kas nods. “I’ll make some calls, if I can’t get anyone to see us, then my gal Chanel can. I’ll text you the address.”
“Thank you.”
