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fun,” she replied with a wink. “Let’s get it on then.” Bonus if he accepts. The way her body acted, she hoped to hell he would. But sensing the hot and cold vibe this man gave off, she doubted he would. One could hope, right?
“I’m not a mortal. I will be of little use to you.” Rafe blew out an exasperated breath. “Perhaps it would be better if we discuss this in the morning.”
Lucy nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll meet you at eight a.m. at the Starbucks on A-Line Road.”
“I can’t leave you alone. You and your friend are in danger. Belial will come for you and the chest.”
“Oh please!” As much as she fought the truth, she knew something was happening. It was in her blood. It kept her alert… wanting . “Fine. We’ll go to my house. What about Serah?”
“She’ll have to come with us for the time being.” Rafe roved around the salon, gathering their coats. “I need something to cover the chest. When the handprint is exposed to the moonlight, it becomes a beacon. Every demon on Earth will know where we are.”
Lucy grabbed a styling cape from the back of her chair, brandishing the purple nylon as if she were a matador tempting a bull. “Voila!”
She threw the cape down, letting it drape across the chest, and turned to Serah. “Are you okay? You took quite a hit.”
Serah nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little frazzled.”
“You really think I’m a demon?”
Serah shrugged. “Something’s going on. Look at your shop.”
She did have a point. How many boxes came with a free fireworks display and light show—and a hunk with glowing silver eyes, of course?
But Lucy Gregory? A demon? What would her mom say about that? She didn’t even want to dwell on that reaction. Another thing her mom could add to her long list of disappointments.
Throwing on a coat, she heaved a sigh. “I know. I’m just trying to understand this all. Imagine if it were you?”
“I get your point, Lucy.” Serah brushed her fingers through brunette curls. “Yeah, I’d do the same. I’m such an angel, you know.”
What a bunch of bull. “Yeah, you go on and think that.”
Rafe cleared his throat. “We don’t have time for idle chitchat, women.” He scooped the chest beneath his arm as if it were a weightless feather. Amazing. “The longer you dawdle, the quicker Belial’s guards will find us.”
Belial? He’d mentioned that name earlier. “Who?” she asked, grabbing her friend and pulling her toward the door.
“One of the kings of Hell. There is only one higher than he,” Rafe explained as he ushered them toward the door. His hand on her back sent jolts of excitement ripping through her veins. You’d think he was the sex demon.
“Let me guess?” Lucy flashed a wry smile. “Lucifer, himself?”
She wrinkled her nose. Hell no! Their names sounded way too similar. Hi! My name is Lucia. My daddy’s the Prince of Darkness.
“ He’s not my father, is he?”
Rafe, sensing her displeasure, traced his fingers lightly across her shoulder. Wow! He was gentle when he wanted to be. “An unfortunate coincidence, I assure you.”
It would have been a relief if what this man said were true. She bit her tongue. Relief? Yeah right. “So what’s not to say this isn’t just some weird dream?”
“If it’s a dream, then how do you explain this?” Serah grabbed her arm and pinched.
Snapping her arm back, Lucy yelped. “Ouch!” Her brow furrowed, and she flashed a warning glare. “Whatever, Serah. Do that again and I’ll kick you to the underworld and back.”
“Let’s go. Now.” Rafe crossed his arms across his chest. He stood tall and formidable, his midnight hair whipping around his shoulders.
Talk about domineering. He certainly didn’t beat around the bush. In any normal circumstances, she’d buck it up and stand tall. Truth be told, it was almost three in the morning, and she was tired as hell. “Fine. Serah,” she said, turning to her friend and grabbing her arm.
“I’m not a mortal. I will be of little use to you.” Rafe blew out an exasperated breath. “Perhaps it would be better if we discuss this in the morning.”
Lucy nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll meet you at eight a.m. at the Starbucks on A-Line Road.”
“I can’t leave you alone. You and your friend are in danger. Belial will come for you and the chest.”
“Oh please!” As much as she fought the truth, she knew something was happening. It was in her blood. It kept her alert… wanting . “Fine. We’ll go to my house. What about Serah?”
“She’ll have to come with us for the time being.” Rafe roved around the salon, gathering their coats. “I need something to cover the chest. When the handprint is exposed to the moonlight, it becomes a beacon. Every demon on Earth will know where we are.”
Lucy grabbed a styling cape from the back of her chair, brandishing the purple nylon as if she were a matador tempting a bull. “Voila!”
She threw the cape down, letting it drape across the chest, and turned to Serah. “Are you okay? You took quite a hit.”
Serah nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little frazzled.”
“You really think I’m a demon?”
Serah shrugged. “Something’s going on. Look at your shop.”
She did have a point. How many boxes came with a free fireworks display and light show—and a hunk with glowing silver eyes, of course?
But Lucy Gregory? A demon? What would her mom say about that? She didn’t even want to dwell on that reaction. Another thing her mom could add to her long list of disappointments.
Throwing on a coat, she heaved a sigh. “I know. I’m just trying to understand this all. Imagine if it were you?”
“I get your point, Lucy.” Serah brushed her fingers through brunette curls. “Yeah, I’d do the same. I’m such an angel, you know.”
What a bunch of bull. “Yeah, you go on and think that.”
Rafe cleared his throat. “We don’t have time for idle chitchat, women.” He scooped the chest beneath his arm as if it were a weightless feather. Amazing. “The longer you dawdle, the quicker Belial’s guards will find us.”
Belial? He’d mentioned that name earlier. “Who?” she asked, grabbing her friend and pulling her toward the door.
“One of the kings of Hell. There is only one higher than he,” Rafe explained as he ushered them toward the door. His hand on her back sent jolts of excitement ripping through her veins. You’d think he was the sex demon.
“Let me guess?” Lucy flashed a wry smile. “Lucifer, himself?”
She wrinkled her nose. Hell no! Their names sounded way too similar. Hi! My name is Lucia. My daddy’s the Prince of Darkness.
“ He’s not my father, is he?”
Rafe, sensing her displeasure, traced his fingers lightly across her shoulder. Wow! He was gentle when he wanted to be. “An unfortunate coincidence, I assure you.”
It would have been a relief if what this man said were true. She bit her tongue. Relief? Yeah right. “So what’s not to say this isn’t just some weird dream?”
“If it’s a dream, then how do you explain this?” Serah grabbed her arm and pinched.
Snapping her arm back, Lucy yelped. “Ouch!” Her brow furrowed, and she flashed a warning glare. “Whatever, Serah. Do that again and I’ll kick you to the underworld and back.”
“Let’s go. Now.” Rafe crossed his arms across his chest. He stood tall and formidable, his midnight hair whipping around his shoulders.
Talk about domineering. He certainly didn’t beat around the bush. In any normal circumstances, she’d buck it up and stand tall. Truth be told, it was almost three in the morning, and she was tired as hell. “Fine. Serah,” she said, turning to her friend and grabbing her arm.
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