Page 34 of Hell’s Half Acre

“Sorath?”

While he’d like to think better of Sorath, Sorath was a servant to his father and would do whatever Lucifer asked. Without question. Without fail. “I didn’t smell him here. It was definitely something related to me.”

He saw the panic in her eyes. “Something?”

“Not all my sibs are human or demonic. Or even angelic, for that matter. Lucifer gets around and he’s not real discriminating.”

“Okay. Too much sharing with that. I like my little pristine, schoolgirl image of the devil. Don’t make it worse.”

Amused by her words, Luke foolishly let his gaze drop to her lips.

Crap…

A wave of desire hit him so hard that for several seconds, he couldn’t breathe. All he wanted was a little kiss.

Not true, he wanted a much longer session with her because the taste of those lips was branded in his soul. I should never have kissed her.

He hadn’t meant to. Now he wanted to tell himself he regretted it. But he knew that for the lie it was. She was addictive.

Just a little taste…

What would it hurt?

Leaning forward, he parted his lips, intending to satiate that burning need.

An instant before he made contact, a loud crash came from downstairs.

Chapter

Five

Sorcha jumped as she heard a crash in the garage. The timing was either a blessing or a curse. She couldn’t decide which yet. She had wanted that kiss, there was no denying it, but it was a bad idea.

Probably.

No, definitely.

“Tell me that’s Delilah having a fit of some kind.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his bicep flexing with the motion. “Wish I could. Unfortunately, she’s more graceful than that.”

“Surely it’s not a burglar?” How stupid would they have to be to break into the house of a demonic creature?

Not that they would know that until it was too late.

Still…

Luke headed for the door. She quickened her steps to catch up to him as he made his way into the garage. He used his powers to turn on the lights.

Sorcha glanced around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. “You think it’s a big rat?” Which was a lot scarier to her than a burglar.

Or even a demon.

A human she could shoot—as her former partner could attest. Luke could take on a demon. But animals were another matter. She couldn’t even harm a spider, and she hated those. Last thing she wanted to do was accidentally shoot a raccoon.

Luke let out a bitter laugh. “Definitely not a rodent. It was too loud for something that small.”

He was right, she just didn’t want to admit it.