“It means so much to me.Youmean so much. I’ll never forget this.”
“After everything you’ve given me, I think it pales in comparison.”
He pulled back just far enough to meet my gaze. “What have I possibly given you that comes close?”
I had to blink back a few tears before I managed, “Acceptance. From myself as well as from you. I never had that before. I was always trying to be less or different, or make excuses for the parts of me that I didn’t understand.”
“And now?”
“Now I just want to be yours.”
His answering smile was blinding. “You are, hellcat. And you will be until the day we both cease to exist.”
Chapter
Fourteen
SIN
The next day, things were business as usual. We’d given everyone time to acclimate after the return of Sunday and Pan, much to Chaos’s absolute annoyance. If War’d had it his way, we would have taken a half-hour fuck break for the reunited mates and then gotten down to strategizing. There was a reason we didn’t put him in charge.
“So let me get this straight,” Asher said, his focus trained on Lucifer, who was lounging in a chair like a king on his throne. “You just expect us to believe that you’ve switched sides and the horsewomen are now our only enemies?”
“Yes.”
“How stupid do you think we are?”
“Very,” he drawled, “and dare I say, not very trusting. You should speak with someone about that.”
Several members of the Hades Society took offense at once.
“Luc,” Merri chided. Mmm, she was so cute when she was scolding someone.
“Hey now, asshole. We’ve been running this show just fine without you.” This from Asher, while Kingston shot to his feet.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Kingston snarled, not his usual happy puppy self but full-fledged alpha wolf as he stared daggers at the Prince of Darkness. I guess being called dumb was a sore spot with him.
But it was Lilith whose voice rang out and drew our collective attention toward her. “Lucifer, you are doing a terrible job of gaining our trust. If you don’t behave, we will have to lock you up again. This time with stronger chains. We have witches on our side, you know.”
Luci’s expression darkened, but he didn't say anything.
Lilith’s focus turned to Kingston, judgment written all over her face. “And you. I thought you knew better than to let him get to you. You’re playing right into his hand, Mr. Farrell.”
I thought for sure the wolf would have a response for that, but he just shot her a mulish glare and righted his seat before sitting back down.
“He’s feeling extra protective right now. He does this every time Sunday gets knocked up,” Moira explained under her breath, catching me staring at him curiously. “You can’t so much as sneeze in her direction without him wolfing out on you.”
“I don’t blame him. It’s the literal devil after all,” I whispered back.
Gavin stood and commanded the attention of the room. “The knowledge we’ve gained from Sunday and Pan’s unfortunate kidnappings is the only silver lining to this difficult experience. But we must use what we’ve learned to our advantage. We know who we need to stop. We know it’s not Lucifer, and now he is joining our cause.”
“We’ve stopped them before, but it clearly didn’t work. They keep coming back, like fucking cockroaches,” Remi complained, frustration making his tone harsh. “I thought we killed Pesty.”
I understood the sentiment, but weirdly, the dig felt personal.
Remi’s eyes met mine and he shrugged, adding, “No offense.”
“Some taken,” I said, but with a smile, so he knew there wasn’t an actual issue. It seemed like the sort of thing you needed to establish when you were a horseman.
