“I didn’t realize I needed one.”
I set aside my cross-stitch, the half-finished saying mocking me.It’s not the end of the world... yet.
Fucking tell me about it.
“What brings you by? And in such an emotional state,” Famine asked.
“Yes, it’s very rude to burst in on people, Wrath. You really need to work on getting a handle on your emotions.” His facereddened at my patronizing tone. “Use your words and tell us what has you in a tizzy.”
He looked one second away from throttling me. “I want to know why the hell we’re sitting around here with our thumbs up our arses instead of out there claiming what is ours.”
“He raises a valid point,” Sloth mused.
I glanced over to find him in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, back propped up against one side of the doorway, boot braced against the other. He could have been the centerfold of a magazine.
“Eavesdropping is an ugly habit,” Pestilence snarked.
“There’s nothing ugly about him, and you know it,” Famine countered.
She wasn’t wrong.
Sloth lifted a shoulder. “I’m bored. It’s not like there’s much here in the way of entertainment.”
Famine sauntered over, an exaggerated sway to her leather-clad hips. “If it’s entertainment you’re after, darling, all you had to do was ask.”
“Desperation doesn’t suit you, Sabine,” Pestilence said.
“Fuck off, Odette.”
Sloth’s lips twisted in a grin. “I stand corrected.”
If these two weren’t already fucking, they would be soon.
“Is anyone going to answer me?” Wrath snarled.
I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy exhale. “You are such a whiner. Seriously, give your balls a tug.”
“The fuck did you say to me?”
I stood, leveling him with a glare. “You heard me. You want answers? Fine. But you will not come in here and speak to my sisters and me with anything other than respect.”
He snarled, but didn’t goad me further. Smart man. He might be Wrath, but he had no idea what it was like to be on the receiving end of a horsewoman’s fury.
“In other words, sit down and shut up,” Minerva said before biting into her apple.
Wrath, wind taken out of his sails, sat.
“Good dog,” Odette murmured.
He gripped the arms of his chair, ready to launch himself at her, but Sloth laid a hand on the other man's shoulder. “Don’t fall into her trap so easily, mate. She’s a wily one. They all are.”
“It’s true, our progress has been thwarted by the loss of our captives and the support of the traitor, Lucifer. But make no mistake, we haven’t been idle,” I offered, striding across the room and to the globe. “Our armies are strong, stationed at every hellmouth, and growing. The humans are joining us with eager support now that they realize they’ve been abandoned by their god.”
“That’s all information we already have,” Wrath said.
“Yes, but the rest of the plan has to change now that we’ve lost Lucifer. We won’t win the battle against heaven’s army without his support.”
“And whose fault is that?” Wrath demanded.
