No need to think about that one. She definitely was.
Mouth twitching, he clarified, “For food?”
The second question required a bit more thought, mainly because her body hadn’t gotten the message that they weren’t likely to have sex and was overriding her mind. She nodded.
“Then I will make you breakfast, and we shall see where the day leads.”
Gabriel stepped into the room and handed Nadia a robe. “Ah, good morning, brother. I thought I felt a sharp pain in my ass.”
Lucifer snorted.
“Cooking?” Her father pushed between them, creating space. “How domesticated for the Devil!”
“Don’t you have information to gather or the unworthy to smite?” Luc asked. “You know, your job.”
Crossing his muscular arms over his chest, Gabriel smiled. “Not at the moment.”
“I’ll make extra, shall I?”
Nadia did her damnedest not to laugh as Luc poured three cups of coffee.
His phone rang, and his suddenly serious mood ruined hers. “I have to take this.”
20
“You’re needed, my liege,” Kaldria said without preamble. “Heylel’s network is under attack.”
“Who and how?” Luc demanded.
“Not normal hackers, that’s for sure. I’d say it has to be celestial. No others are able to decipher your code.”
He glanced through the sliding door at Nadia, who watched him with solemn eyes filled with more questions than he had answers for.
“I know one who can. If there is another with her abilities, they may not be so pure of heart,” he said. “Are they in the system?”
“No, but it won’t be long. Three hours tops.”
“I’ll be there in two.”
Kaldria’s hesitation was weighted. Not one to panic lightly, there was an edge to her voice when she said, “I don’t know if we have that long, sir.”
“What aren’t you telling me, Kal?”
“It’s a feeling. Nothing more.”
“You’re lying,” he said flatly.
As his second-in-command, Kaldria was the best at her job. Overseeing their parent company and all subsidiaries was her primary role, but she also worked with Thamiel to keep daemons and demons in line. Their database consisted of the identities of everyone he’d ever pieced back together after the war had ended. The Two Hundred. A fraction of his army, but the only souls he’d been able to save. All were spread across the globe, and for those who had chosen a peaceful existence, they were vulnerable to attack should anyone discover what they were.
Luc held back a curse.
He’d been sorely neglecting his business of late, uncaring if the world burned to the ground, which should’ve worried him. Most people assumed him to be the king of the damned, an unfeeling bastard. Such was not the case. In reality, he felt responsible for leading the others into a battle they’d eventually lost. Those Heylel Industries employed were his loyalest followers, the ones who had his back in the fight for what was right, and he’d forsaken them because he’d been bewitched by Nadia.
Currently, he found himself obsessed with the triscelene. Yes, she attracted him, but her ability to withstand his touch, her wicked humor, her never-say-die attitude… those things spoke to him on a deeper level. That was where her true beauty lay. He couldn’t seem to get enough.
“Find the source, Kaldria. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She stopped him when he would’ve disconnected. “My liege?”
