person. And after the procedure is done,
I’m
done. With her, with you, with…” She made an encompassing gesture with her arm. “This.”
Revenant’s low, pumping purr echoed around the cavernous area. “No, Blaspheme, you and I aren’t done. Not by a long shot.”
Six
Revenant watched Blaspheme angrily shoulder her duffel of supplies, and if glares were lasers, he’d have been reduced to ash by now. His little False Angel was PO’d.
Gods, she was hot when she was all riled up. He loved pushing those buttons, and she seemed to have a lot of them.
She strode toward him, her hips popping and her breasts bouncing with every swaying step. He was rock hard by the time she stopped in front of him.
“You can drop me off at the hospital,” she said. “I need to leave the blood sample at the lab.”
“I have a better idea.” He took her hand before she had a chance to reject him the way she had before. Man, that had stung. He wouldn’t let it happen again. “Let’s get a bite to eat. I know a great place right here in Sheoul. You can get a burger made from pretty much anything.”
She grimaced. “Um, no, thanks. I’m on a strict diet of nothing gross. Just take me to Underworld General Hospital, please.”
He sensed that she’d probably reached her limit with him today, which was a bit of a letdown, but Revenant had other pressing things to do anyway. Like finding out the truth behind why the fuck Heaven had left him to be raised by demons while they took his twin brother. He was dying to hear the explanation for that one.
Gripping Blaspheme’s soft, warm hand, he flashed them into Underworld General’s parking lot.
“Thank you,” she said as she jerked her hand out of his. “I should have the test results tomorrow. You can stop by my office at the clinic.”
He wondered if he’d planted a deep enough seed in her mind for it to take root with thoughts of either killing Lucifer or somehow getting Gethel to the good guys to destroy. Oh, he didn’t think Dr. “Do No Harm” Blaspheme would carry out any dirty deed herself, but she could help those who would.
If he was a decent guy, he’d feel bad for using her to do what he couldn’t, but he wasn’t decent. He’d been raised to be a demon, and he was doing exactly what a demon would do; he was plotting to get rid of his rival before said rival was even born. And he was going to keep his own hands clean by getting others to do the wet work.
So, no, he wasn’t decent.
Blaspheme, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering terribly from that affliction. Sure, he was reasonably certain she’d lied to Gethel about her diet, but doing so might have saved a lot of young lives.
“Gethel isn’t really suffering from vitamin and fiber deficiency, is she?” he asked. “You just wanted her to stop feeding on infants.”
Blas shrugged. “Maybe. Are you angry?”
On the contrary, he was fascinated. False Angels were known to lure humans away from their children so other demons could snatch them. But for all Blaspheme knew, she could have been risking her life to save a few young creatures by lying to Satan’s baby mama. A couple of weeks ago, he’d have been disgusted. Now he was definitely fascinated.
“Well?” she prompted. “Are you pissed?”
He shrugged. “Will saying yes get me laid?”
“Not by me,” she said.
“What if I say no?”
“Same thing.”
“Disappointing.”
Blaspheme rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you the Horsemen’s evil Watcher? Don’t you have things to do?” She started toward the sliding glass emergency department doors, and yes, he had shit to do, but first…
In a lightning-fast surge, he spun her and put her spine to the wall. Startled blue eyes stared up at him. Her lips parted in surprise, and he took instant advantage, lowering his mouth to hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She inhaled harshly, and for a moment he was sure she’d push him away, but as he slid one arm around her waist and crushed
I’m
done. With her, with you, with…” She made an encompassing gesture with her arm. “This.”
Revenant’s low, pumping purr echoed around the cavernous area. “No, Blaspheme, you and I aren’t done. Not by a long shot.”
Six
Revenant watched Blaspheme angrily shoulder her duffel of supplies, and if glares were lasers, he’d have been reduced to ash by now. His little False Angel was PO’d.
Gods, she was hot when she was all riled up. He loved pushing those buttons, and she seemed to have a lot of them.
She strode toward him, her hips popping and her breasts bouncing with every swaying step. He was rock hard by the time she stopped in front of him.
“You can drop me off at the hospital,” she said. “I need to leave the blood sample at the lab.”
“I have a better idea.” He took her hand before she had a chance to reject him the way she had before. Man, that had stung. He wouldn’t let it happen again. “Let’s get a bite to eat. I know a great place right here in Sheoul. You can get a burger made from pretty much anything.”
She grimaced. “Um, no, thanks. I’m on a strict diet of nothing gross. Just take me to Underworld General Hospital, please.”
He sensed that she’d probably reached her limit with him today, which was a bit of a letdown, but Revenant had other pressing things to do anyway. Like finding out the truth behind why the fuck Heaven had left him to be raised by demons while they took his twin brother. He was dying to hear the explanation for that one.
Gripping Blaspheme’s soft, warm hand, he flashed them into Underworld General’s parking lot.
“Thank you,” she said as she jerked her hand out of his. “I should have the test results tomorrow. You can stop by my office at the clinic.”
He wondered if he’d planted a deep enough seed in her mind for it to take root with thoughts of either killing Lucifer or somehow getting Gethel to the good guys to destroy. Oh, he didn’t think Dr. “Do No Harm” Blaspheme would carry out any dirty deed herself, but she could help those who would.
If he was a decent guy, he’d feel bad for using her to do what he couldn’t, but he wasn’t decent. He’d been raised to be a demon, and he was doing exactly what a demon would do; he was plotting to get rid of his rival before said rival was even born. And he was going to keep his own hands clean by getting others to do the wet work.
So, no, he wasn’t decent.
Blaspheme, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering terribly from that affliction. Sure, he was reasonably certain she’d lied to Gethel about her diet, but doing so might have saved a lot of young lives.
“Gethel isn’t really suffering from vitamin and fiber deficiency, is she?” he asked. “You just wanted her to stop feeding on infants.”
Blas shrugged. “Maybe. Are you angry?”
On the contrary, he was fascinated. False Angels were known to lure humans away from their children so other demons could snatch them. But for all Blaspheme knew, she could have been risking her life to save a few young creatures by lying to Satan’s baby mama. A couple of weeks ago, he’d have been disgusted. Now he was definitely fascinated.
“Well?” she prompted. “Are you pissed?”
He shrugged. “Will saying yes get me laid?”
“Not by me,” she said.
“What if I say no?”
“Same thing.”
“Disappointing.”
Blaspheme rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you the Horsemen’s evil Watcher? Don’t you have things to do?” She started toward the sliding glass emergency department doors, and yes, he had shit to do, but first…
In a lightning-fast surge, he spun her and put her spine to the wall. Startled blue eyes stared up at him. Her lips parted in surprise, and he took instant advantage, lowering his mouth to hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She inhaled harshly, and for a moment he was sure she’d push him away, but as he slid one arm around her waist and crushed
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