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keeper?”
“Mick’s my friend and, as such, it’s up to me to tell him when he’s being an idiot.”
Indignation made her say, “How’s him hooking up with me stupid?” Aren’t I good enough for him?
The Devil put his cup down , and his intense gaze focused on her, making her shiver. “Haven’t you paid attention? Your father is against it.”
Marigold crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze. “As if I care what he thinks. He abandoned me before I was even born. So why should I give a damn what he thinks?”
“ Such a potty mouth. Are you sure you don’t want a job in the pit?”
“I’m sure. And don’t change the topic.”
“Ah yes. Your father. You should give a fuck about his wishes because of who he is,” replied Satan enigmatically.
Marigold sighed as he answered evasively , and she finally posed the query burning her tongue. “Who’s my father?”
“Finally, she asks me. He’s important. He’s deadly. And he wants to remain incognito for the moment ,” he said, shrugging.
“What!” Marigold exploded and to her shock , so did all the glassware in her kitchen. Stunned, she didn’t speak for a moment.
Lucifer chuckled. “Daddy’s little girl has a temper. Looks like you may have more powers than we knew about. He’ll be pleased.”
“You can’t do this to me,” grumbled Marigold.
“Do what?” asked the Devil blithely.
Marigold held in her frustrated screech. “Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m talking about. Dropping hints about my father and then refusing to give me his name. I have a right to know.”
“Your anonymity is your safety. Enjoy it. If it became known whose daughter you actually were, your life would be in danger.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Marigold said to intentionally antagonize him, done talking to the king of cryptic messages.
She got her intended result when with a muttered , “Stupid girl,” the lord of lies popped out of her kitchen and back to Hell where he belonged.
Marigold collapsed onto a chair and leaned her head forward to rest in her hands. Her head pounded, more from the morning’s adrenaline wakeup than her injury of the previous night. Marigold had always healed faster than a human, but feeling the back of her head, she couldn’t deny that ability seemed to have increased in strength for there was no trace of the bump on her noggin and only a slightly sore spot left as a reminder.
However, her emotions and thoughts were in turmoil, and she didn’t know where to start unraveling them. Did she begin with the way Mick had come to her rescue and then taken care of her, and not just carnally? He’d rescued her like some superhot hero and then tended her like some Chippendale turned nurse.
And then there was the sex. Amazing and mind-blowing were a few words that came to mind when she thought of the way he’d made her body sing. Even now , just thinking about it made her sated body wake and warm. While great sex would have been fine, and she might have indulged in it for a while, what she wasn’t prepared to deal with was how he made her feel.
Gone less than ten minutes and she missed him like a crack addict missed their next fix. She wanted him, now, tomorrow , and a scary amount of ever-afters. I can’t have fallen in love. I barely know him. He’s a god, for goodness sake, who collects souls for Death and drives me batty. Yet, despite the reasoning against, she couldn’t completely deny she felt something for him, and it wasn’t just lust.
Pushing that dilemma into a corner, she focused instead on Lucifer and his enigmatic words. Who and what is my father? All the hints about his supernatural position and powers had her more curious than a room full of cats. She also found his sudden interest just as baffling. Since when does my deadbeat daddy give a damn? Although, it’s interesting my father doesn’t like my most recent choice of bed partner.
Marigold was unabashedly lusty and had indulged in sex for quite some time
“Mick’s my friend and, as such, it’s up to me to tell him when he’s being an idiot.”
Indignation made her say, “How’s him hooking up with me stupid?” Aren’t I good enough for him?
The Devil put his cup down , and his intense gaze focused on her, making her shiver. “Haven’t you paid attention? Your father is against it.”
Marigold crossed her arms and narrowed her gaze. “As if I care what he thinks. He abandoned me before I was even born. So why should I give a damn what he thinks?”
“ Such a potty mouth. Are you sure you don’t want a job in the pit?”
“I’m sure. And don’t change the topic.”
“Ah yes. Your father. You should give a fuck about his wishes because of who he is,” replied Satan enigmatically.
Marigold sighed as he answered evasively , and she finally posed the query burning her tongue. “Who’s my father?”
“Finally, she asks me. He’s important. He’s deadly. And he wants to remain incognito for the moment ,” he said, shrugging.
“What!” Marigold exploded and to her shock , so did all the glassware in her kitchen. Stunned, she didn’t speak for a moment.
Lucifer chuckled. “Daddy’s little girl has a temper. Looks like you may have more powers than we knew about. He’ll be pleased.”
“You can’t do this to me,” grumbled Marigold.
“Do what?” asked the Devil blithely.
Marigold held in her frustrated screech. “Don’t play dumb. You know what I’m talking about. Dropping hints about my father and then refusing to give me his name. I have a right to know.”
“Your anonymity is your safety. Enjoy it. If it became known whose daughter you actually were, your life would be in danger.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Marigold said to intentionally antagonize him, done talking to the king of cryptic messages.
She got her intended result when with a muttered , “Stupid girl,” the lord of lies popped out of her kitchen and back to Hell where he belonged.
Marigold collapsed onto a chair and leaned her head forward to rest in her hands. Her head pounded, more from the morning’s adrenaline wakeup than her injury of the previous night. Marigold had always healed faster than a human, but feeling the back of her head, she couldn’t deny that ability seemed to have increased in strength for there was no trace of the bump on her noggin and only a slightly sore spot left as a reminder.
However, her emotions and thoughts were in turmoil, and she didn’t know where to start unraveling them. Did she begin with the way Mick had come to her rescue and then taken care of her, and not just carnally? He’d rescued her like some superhot hero and then tended her like some Chippendale turned nurse.
And then there was the sex. Amazing and mind-blowing were a few words that came to mind when she thought of the way he’d made her body sing. Even now , just thinking about it made her sated body wake and warm. While great sex would have been fine, and she might have indulged in it for a while, what she wasn’t prepared to deal with was how he made her feel.
Gone less than ten minutes and she missed him like a crack addict missed their next fix. She wanted him, now, tomorrow , and a scary amount of ever-afters. I can’t have fallen in love. I barely know him. He’s a god, for goodness sake, who collects souls for Death and drives me batty. Yet, despite the reasoning against, she couldn’t completely deny she felt something for him, and it wasn’t just lust.
Pushing that dilemma into a corner, she focused instead on Lucifer and his enigmatic words. Who and what is my father? All the hints about his supernatural position and powers had her more curious than a room full of cats. She also found his sudden interest just as baffling. Since when does my deadbeat daddy give a damn? Although, it’s interesting my father doesn’t like my most recent choice of bed partner.
Marigold was unabashedly lusty and had indulged in sex for quite some time
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