Merri snorted, which had the rest of us, minus Lucifer, cracking smiles.
Moira brandished a dagger, the blade glinting in the light.
“Where the fuck did she pull that from?” Sin muttered.
“You don’t want to know,” Alek said.
“Hands, everyone.” She waved a hand, and a copper bowl appeared in front of each of us. “I’ll need at least five good drops from each of you.”
“Five? You said a drop,” Lucifer complained.
“I have to have enough to draw the pentacle.”
“How is five enough?” Sin’s question drew her gaze, annoyance radiating off her.
“Don’t annoy the witch,” Malice said, elbowing Sin.
“In case you haven’t noticed, handsome, I’m a witch. I can do wonders.”
“I’d like to return to my earlier point about ensuring no excess blood remains after the ritual,” Lucifer said.
“For fuck’s sake,” Chaos groaned. “Do you seriously have to complain about every detail?”
“When it’s your dick pissing out toads, you’re going to wish you’d listened to me.”
“And here I thought Kingston was obnoxious,” Thorne muttered.
“He sounds like a fucking delight.”
“Want to adopt him?” Thorne offered, sounding almost hopeful.
“I’m going to tell him you said that,” Alek said with a grin. “He’ll be heartbroken. Bromance ended.”
Thorne scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck, you’re right. I’ll never hear the end of it. I take it back. He’s ours.”
“Why are you two here again?” I asked.
“We weren’t going to let our witch near the devil without backup.” Alek crossed his arms over his muscular chest.
“I thought Sunday wastheirs.” Malice’s voice was a confused whisper.
“We are a package deal,” Moira snapped. “Ever heard of a platonic soulmate? She’s my bestie. Where she goes, I go.”
It was Sin’s turn to nudge Malice. “Kind of like us.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
Chaos pinched the bridge of his nose, and I was forced to step in once again to get things back on track.
“All right, let’s get this show on the road. We have plenty on our plates right now and no time left to lose.”
“Mmm, sternanda silver fox. I see why Merri is smitten,” Moira teased before straightening her shoulders and approaching me, knife blade extended. “You can go first.”
I held out my palm, not even flinching when she dragged the point across my flesh. Blood welled to the surface, and she reached to touch me, but I recoiled.
“You can’t. You won’t survive. Do not touch my blood with your skin, witch. I won’t be responsible for your carelessness.”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about that. Thank you.”
