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smoke drifting from his ears, his complexion turning from tanned to beet re d— never a good sign.
    “A pain in my ass who has messed up my morning,” she shouted back with a lack of fear Mictain found entertaining even as he prepared to protect her from Lucifer’s wrath. “I was planning on having some great wake up sex. Instead, you show up, without even a coffee, and piss me off.”
    Lucifer gaped at Marigold, an expression mirrored on Mictain’s own face. Damn, my witch has guts. Hopefully I can keep them intact because apparently, she still hasn’t learned her lesson about messing with demons. Mictain hopped out of bed and held his hands up.
    “Let’s all calm down here. I’m sure Lucifer was just anxious that we not be caught unaware, right , Lucifer?”
    Lucifer just glared at him.
    He turned away from Satan and restrained a smile at the sight of Marigold looking rumpled and grumpy, and way too delicious-appearing in bed. “And baby, don’t worry, once he leaves, I will give you the best morning sex you could ask for.”
    She also glared at him.
    So much for diplomacy first thing in the morning. “Fine. Duke it out. See if I care. I’m going to find some coffee.” Mictain wandered out of the room, naked, and as he’d hoped, Lucifer followed him grumbling.
    “If I didn’t know her father personally, I’d tan her ass until she learned proper respect. I don’t get it. She’s a witch. I thought they were all supposed to worship me?” Lucifer sounded incredulous.
    Slamming through cupboards looking for coffee, Mictain grunted in reply. When Lucifer was in this kind of mood, listening was his best bet.
    “And you? What the fuck were you thinking? Didn’t I warn you about getting involved with her?”
    Mictain located a kettle and filled it with water before placing it on the stove. “You said not to break her heart.”
    “Ha, like that would happen,” said Marigold with a snort , walking into the kitchen wearing a short silk robe and looking delicious. “We had sex. Get over it. It’s not like it’s happening again.”
    Mictain fumbled the mugs he pulled out. “What do you mean?”
    “It’s called a one-night-stand. I scratched my sexual itch. You scratched yours. End of story.”
    A nger bubbled in Mictain at her nonchalant dismissal of what they shared. “An itch? You compare the pleasure we both attained to a rash that needs scratching? You know what happened between us is more than that.”
    Marigold laughed. “Oh, ple-e-e-ase. Are you implying you’re going drop to a knee right now and declare undying love? Not freaking likely. I’d expect this kind of crap from an angel, or even an employee of Venus, but a minion of Death? Seriously?”
    Lucifer , watching their verbal sparring match, howled with laughter. “Oh, this is great. Hey, witch, I don’t suppose you’d like a job down in Hell? I could use a lass with your kind of balls down there.”
    She sent him a shriveling glance. Lucifer clammed up and toned down his grin.
    Mictain’s cheeks burned. So much for thinking we had a connection. She’s right. We had se x— great sex. End of story. I am not groveling like some pathetic asshole. Hasta la vista, baby.
    Back Mictain popped into Hell, alone.
     
    *
     
    Mick left Marigold alone with Satan without so much as a goodbye. Instead of making her glad, it renderedher sad, which in turn made her mad. She turned her ire on the cause for her morning’s ill humo r— a very tanned, forties-looking male with silver highlights who hummed as he stirred the dozen sugar cubes he’d dropped into his coffee.
    We ll he definitely doesn’t look like I’d pictured. Where’s the horns and yellow, slitted eyes?
    He broke the silence first. “So, tell me about yourself,” said the Lord of Hell, sipping his overly sweetened brew.
    “Get out.”
    “When I’m ready,” he replied calmly as he added even more sugar to his coffee.
    “Why are you here anyways? What are you, like, Mick’s