“There we are,” Lucifer said. “That’s the ticket.”
Soon the light wasn’t just coming from Asher’s hands. A luminous lavender began to radiate from underneath Alek’s skin, shining out of his eyes, and finally burst from his fingertips in bright beams. Just as quickly as it had happened, the light receded until it was completely gone.
Alek’s eyes fluttered open.
“Alek!” Sunday cried in relief, her lips landing on his and making him chuckle.
“Kærasta,” he murmured, weaving one of his hands in her hair as he gently pulled away. “What’s all this for? Not that I’m complaining,” he murmured, brushing a couple of tears from her cheek.
“You were petrified,” Kingston helpfully supplied. Sunday nodded in confirmation.
Alek finally seemed to take stock of his surroundings, his eyes darting from all of us until they settled on his twin. Then they shot wide, and he jolted up into a seated position. “The ghost.”
Tor nodded grimly.
Alek pressed a shaking hand to his chest. “Freja’s pendulous breasts.”
Sunday snorted in shock, which sent the rest of us off into our own bouts of laughter.
“No more ghosts?” he asked, glancing around. “It didn’t attach to me, did it?”
Moira shook her head. “I don’t see it, but if you want, we can ask Dahlia to check just to make sure.”
“I saw it vanish before we left the town.” Tor’s voice was strong and confident.
“He’s right. The spirits there can’t leave. They’re cursed to guard Khan’s body.” Chaos rejoined us as he pulled out the weapon. “With or without his blade.”
With the crisis averted, the reminder of what we were up against sat heavy on us all.
“At least we were successful,” Alek muttered.
“Was there ever any doubt?” Sunday asked.
The Viking gave our mate a warm grin. “If we didn’t have to figure out how to attune this thing, I’d carry you out of here and show you how much your faith in me means.”
Sunday blushed. Lucifer, meanwhile, chose that moment to look at me and drawl, “See? Faith in people who deserve it.”
“What’s he going on about?” Thorne asked.
“Nothing of relevance.”
“I disagree. Faith is very relevant. But it’s all a matter of where you place it.”
“I’m sure you’d be happiest if we all placed ours in you,” Moira sniped.
“I mean... I do deserve it. I’m a devil of my word, after all.” Lucifer’s gaze found mine once more. “Unlike other entities.”
“Pretty sure you already have a church for that,” Kingston said. “Last I checked, the Church of Satan was a real organization.”
“And yet, they give me nothing. No tithes. No souls. Most of them don’t even believe in me.”
“Sounds like you’ve got an image problem. Maybe you need a PR person,” Moira quipped.
“Are you volunteering, witch?” Lucifer asked.
“No way. Do you know what happened to my sisters the last time they got involved with you?”
“That was hardly my fault.”
