“Are you sure? I could assist you?”
Fuck’s sake, this woman was incessant in her simpering. I’d known anal warts less attached than she was. “Positive. I’ve got everything well in hand. I’ll join the rest of you later.” I leveled a stare at her. “Stay.”
“But—”
“Stay,” I said more firmly, taking a few steps toward my personal wing. When she didn’t move, I smirked. “Good dog.”
Not ten minuteshad passed before I was on my way back to the dungeon, ready to execute my grand rescue operation. The plan I’d hatched was to stealthily aid Sunday and Pan in their escape in such a way as to maintain my own innocence of the deed. The less possible my implication in this treachery, the more power I could hold on to.
Imagine my surprise when a series of hissed voices met my ears. Here I was thinking I was the only one with a stealth mission.
“What is he doing here?” War demanded. “I thought you said he was busy entertaining your spawn.”
Famine huffed. “He was.”
“Clearly she’s as interesting as you if he’s already abandoning ship,” Death snickered.
“Perhaps he has her so wrapped around his finger he isn’t concerned about her going anywhere?”
“Let’s hope that’s the case. If your daughter can’t keep him occupied, he is going to be a much bigger problem than we anticipated.”
Oh? What’s this? Why wouldmypresence be a problem?
Taking a quick peek over my shoulder to ensure I was still alone, I shuffled closer to the sound of the voices. Given their cast, the horsewomen didn’t want to be overheard, which only fed the flames of my interest. What fuckery was afoot?
“He won’t be a problem. Not now. All we need to do is lure him into the cell the Siren coven has bespelled. One word and he’ll be locked in for eternity.” Fucking Pestilence was far too smug for my liking.
And Iknewthose Siren coven bitches weren’t to be trusted. Nothing good ever happened when they put their wands, or whatever the fuck they used, together.
“How are we going to get him in there?” War asked, doubt in her tone. “He’s not stupid.”
Thank you, Minerva.
“No, not stupid, but he is a narcissist. He’ll be his own downfall. He’s too self-absorbed to even suspect we’d overthrow him. I bet I could walk him right up to the cell and he’d let himself inside if I told him we had it made especially to houseangels.” This from Death. She sounded both bored and superior at the same time. I didn’t trust her as far as I could throw her.
Did these wenches not realize who they were up against? Had they forgotten my very bloody resume? Well, joke’s on them. Perhaps it’s time for a reminder.
I was about to clear my throat and give them the what for they deserved when Famine cast the final nail in her proverbial coffin.
“Imagine his surprise when we reveal just how weak he truly is. Why is it powerful men never realize how easily they can be bested?”
“Or how much better a woman is at doing their job,” Pestilence agreed.
“Creator grant me the confidence of a mediocre white man,” Death murmured.
“Darling, you have enough of that already,” War pointed out.
“Delusion, then.”
“That too,” Pestilence snickered.
It was at this point that my blood roared too loudly in my ears for me to listen any further. Turning on my heel, I raked a hand through my luscious locks and strode toward the dungeon.
Fuck this. I would raze them to the ground and piss on their ashes. Mediocre? Weak? Those words didn’t exist in my vocabulary. Yes, I may have been considering someone else taking over ruling hell. But not without my express consent and blessing. I certainly wouldn’t choose any of those cows.
And I absolutely would not abide my domain beingtakenfrom me.
As if I were some toothless monarch and not a conqueror in my own right.
