“Come on,” Merri said, taking my hand in hers and tugging.
My feet were stuck to the floor for a heartbeat before I was able to move, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. Not until we were across the room and mere steps away from my son. To his left, Kingston was inspecting Sunday, clearly searching for scrapes and bruises.
“A stor!” Caleb shouted as he stormed into the room, followed by Alek and Thorne.
The four men quickly shuffled their mate out of the room, leaving our group, a smirking Lucifer, and my son, who was smiling suggestively at his mate.
“Shall we continue this somewhere more private?” he asked, holding her face in his hands.
She blushed and cleared her throat. “I think there’s someone else who would like to speak with you.”
Pan’s jaw clenched, his next words coming out so cold that I flinched.
“So? He ignored me for the last handful of centuries. Why should I kowtow to his sudden interest now?”
“Pan,” Rosie chided.
“No,” I said gruffly. “It’s all right. He’s entitled to his anger.”
“Um... I hate to appear needy, but I’ve done the absolute most, and no one has acknowledged me,” Lucifer stated, his tone laced with indignation. “Meredith, where is my appreciation? No kiss for the hero of the hour?”
“I’m a little busy at the moment,” she tersely replied, squeezing my hand a little tighter. “Not everything is about you, Lucifer.”
“But it should be.”
“Don’t be such an ass.”
“Give me what I want, and perhaps I’ll try to be a little nicer.”
“Why should I reward bad behavior?”
“It’s okay,” I said softly, loosening my hold on her hand. “You can go.”
“No,” she snapped, refusing to let go of me. “You need me right now. He’s being a selfish jerk.”
Lucifer scoffed. “Is it a crime to want to be acknowledged?”
“Well done, Luc. I’ll see you later.”
He looked like he was about to protest further when Merri spoke again, this time her voice deeper and laced with sensual command. “Wait for me in your room. You’d better be there when I arrive.”
Lucifer’s eyes glazed before he snapped to attention. “Well, when you ask so nicely, how could I refuse?”
Grim made eye contact with me as he slowly made his way to the door. Then he said, in a voice that brooked no argument, “Everyone out. These two need to talk.”
I didn’t release Merri’s hand as the room emptied of all but Pan, Rosie, Merri, and me.
“They didn’t have to leave. I have nothing to say to someone who abandoned me for centuries,” Pan reiterated.
“Pandemic, I?—”
“I’m really not interested.”
“Pan,” a voice said from the doorway.
We all looked over to find Asher standing there, giving his brother a knowing look.
Pan glared back mulishly.
