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“Lucifer has forbidden any of them from touching you.” She gives me a look. “Including Jim.”
In a cloud of smoke, a giant figure appears on the steps before us.
“You called?” Lucifer towers before me. His giant wings stretch wide. They’re darker than the shadows at night, just like his eyes. He smiles at me, and I notice he’s wearing the same leather pants and vest as the last time I saw him. It’s a badass getup, but he scares the shit out of me.
“Daddy.” Clea touches Lucifer’s arm.
Something comes over the giant man when his daughter touches him. He is no longer so imposing and intimidating. He softens, reaches out, and touches her cheek.
“Can she have the suite?” Clea asks.
“Yes.” He nods before turning and walking away from us. The man is massive and dark, his body taking up most of the hallway. God forbid anyone try to walk by him—there isn’t any room.
“Let’s go.” Clea pulls me along.
We step off the stairs and turn down another stone hallway. Near the end, Clea stops in front of a large wooden door and pushes it open.
“This is your room.”
I step inside. The space is just as massive as my room in Gabriel’s castle; the only difference is that everything is stone and decorated with dark draperies in reds and blacks and purples. There is a large mattress on a frame set low to the floor. There are doors leading to the bathroom and a walk-in closet. A fire burns in the hearth without wood to fuel it.
“One of the nicest rooms in the castle.” Clea walks around the bed, inspecting. “Almost as nice as mine.”
There’s a velvet couch along the far wall and a table and chairs near the windows. The place is like a small apartment. I’d probably never need to leave.
Feeling dusty and grimy, I yawn, rub my hands over my face, then take in the condition of the jeans and T-shirt I’ve been wearing for the past few days.
“You need clothing here.” Clea looks me over, and it’s as though her gaze sees straight into my soul. I think nothing of it, since it’s a gift all mothers possess. “I think I know your style.”
As long as it’s none of the princess crap Teari filled my closet with, I’ll be happy with almost anything.
Clea crosses the room and opens the closet door. She snaps her fingers. “I think this will do.”
I walk into the closet to take inventory. There’s plenty of jeans, dark T-shirts and tanks, a few leather jackets, leather pants, vests like I’ve seen Lucifer wear, and boots. This is way better than my closet in Gabriel’s Kingdom.
I pull a low-cut tank off a hanger, take off my T-shirt, and try it on. Perfect fit.
“Is this new?” Clea points to the sparrow tattoo on my chest.
“Yes.” I reach for a thin leather jacket and pull it off the hanger.
Clea waves her hand over my new ink, which is still a bit sore and red around the edges. When her hands move away, the skin is completely healed—reminds me of the time Gabriel healed Sparrow after he was attacked by the Hellions.
“Thanks.” I put the jacket on and move away from the closet. “How can you do that?”
“Some of us have magic.”
My attention turns to the large window and glass door near the bed. I make my way toward them and pull the curtain back. The view stretches for miles and miles.
“Where are we?” I ask. “I thought we were in the caves, but it looks more like a castle now.”
“We are at the back of the caves. It’s built into a mountainside.”
I push the door open and walk out onto the balcony. There is nothing but darkness, the world below illuminated by the full moon. Bats fly in the valleys between the trees, frogs chirp, an owl hoots, a cool breeze blows. I shiver and zip up my jacket.
“Beautiful. Isn’t it?” Clea asks.
“Yes.” It doesn’t glitter like Heaven, but there is something about this place that satisfies a dark part of my soul.
For a few moments there is nothing but the sounds of night in Hell before I ask,
“Lucifer has forbidden any of them from touching you.” She gives me a look. “Including Jim.”
In a cloud of smoke, a giant figure appears on the steps before us.
“You called?” Lucifer towers before me. His giant wings stretch wide. They’re darker than the shadows at night, just like his eyes. He smiles at me, and I notice he’s wearing the same leather pants and vest as the last time I saw him. It’s a badass getup, but he scares the shit out of me.
“Daddy.” Clea touches Lucifer’s arm.
Something comes over the giant man when his daughter touches him. He is no longer so imposing and intimidating. He softens, reaches out, and touches her cheek.
“Can she have the suite?” Clea asks.
“Yes.” He nods before turning and walking away from us. The man is massive and dark, his body taking up most of the hallway. God forbid anyone try to walk by him—there isn’t any room.
“Let’s go.” Clea pulls me along.
We step off the stairs and turn down another stone hallway. Near the end, Clea stops in front of a large wooden door and pushes it open.
“This is your room.”
I step inside. The space is just as massive as my room in Gabriel’s castle; the only difference is that everything is stone and decorated with dark draperies in reds and blacks and purples. There is a large mattress on a frame set low to the floor. There are doors leading to the bathroom and a walk-in closet. A fire burns in the hearth without wood to fuel it.
“One of the nicest rooms in the castle.” Clea walks around the bed, inspecting. “Almost as nice as mine.”
There’s a velvet couch along the far wall and a table and chairs near the windows. The place is like a small apartment. I’d probably never need to leave.
Feeling dusty and grimy, I yawn, rub my hands over my face, then take in the condition of the jeans and T-shirt I’ve been wearing for the past few days.
“You need clothing here.” Clea looks me over, and it’s as though her gaze sees straight into my soul. I think nothing of it, since it’s a gift all mothers possess. “I think I know your style.”
As long as it’s none of the princess crap Teari filled my closet with, I’ll be happy with almost anything.
Clea crosses the room and opens the closet door. She snaps her fingers. “I think this will do.”
I walk into the closet to take inventory. There’s plenty of jeans, dark T-shirts and tanks, a few leather jackets, leather pants, vests like I’ve seen Lucifer wear, and boots. This is way better than my closet in Gabriel’s Kingdom.
I pull a low-cut tank off a hanger, take off my T-shirt, and try it on. Perfect fit.
“Is this new?” Clea points to the sparrow tattoo on my chest.
“Yes.” I reach for a thin leather jacket and pull it off the hanger.
Clea waves her hand over my new ink, which is still a bit sore and red around the edges. When her hands move away, the skin is completely healed—reminds me of the time Gabriel healed Sparrow after he was attacked by the Hellions.
“Thanks.” I put the jacket on and move away from the closet. “How can you do that?”
“Some of us have magic.”
My attention turns to the large window and glass door near the bed. I make my way toward them and pull the curtain back. The view stretches for miles and miles.
“Where are we?” I ask. “I thought we were in the caves, but it looks more like a castle now.”
“We are at the back of the caves. It’s built into a mountainside.”
I push the door open and walk out onto the balcony. There is nothing but darkness, the world below illuminated by the full moon. Bats fly in the valleys between the trees, frogs chirp, an owl hoots, a cool breeze blows. I shiver and zip up my jacket.
“Beautiful. Isn’t it?” Clea asks.
“Yes.” It doesn’t glitter like Heaven, but there is something about this place that satisfies a dark part of my soul.
For a few moments there is nothing but the sounds of night in Hell before I ask,
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