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“You should buy ice cream as well.” “Oh no, I can’t. That stuff goes straight to my hips, which are big enough already, thank you.” His gaze slid down her body. “You’re very small. I don’t see a problem.”
“It’s good to have things you enjoy. Human lives are short. It’s better to leave your mark on the world by being full of contentment than full of longing.”
If ice cream would actually make her hips wider, he thought she should be making a determined effort to consume as much as possible.
“Thank you for allowing me to escort you. I enjoyed the experience.”
“So what took you so long? Not that I’m complaining.” “I encountered a female.” “Really?” Her silvery eyes lit up. “What happened?” “I asked her which flavor you would prefer, and she told me to buy both.” “I like the sound of this girl.” “Then I got a third one for her because she said she liked chocolate.” “That was nice of you.” “I then offered to escort her home for safety, and she accepted.” “Mist, you sweetheart, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
He revisited his earlier urge to launch himself into the gaping maws of the gorath in Paimon’s Pit.
Mist didn’t have a lot of things that belonged to him, so when he acquired something, he became extremely possessive of it. He snatched the shot away and hissed in Meph’s face with bared teeth.
“You sound like a martyr, and I’ve always thought martyrs were fucking idiots.
“The truth is . . . I like having you around. You appreciate my food, and you help me clean up, unlike my idiot brothers. You’re Eva’s friend and you make her happy, which in turn makes Ash happy. Which makes me happy. So we’re all happy motherfuckers, thanks to your creepy gray ass.
Now, broody, sullen Asmodeus was smiling up at his woman like the sun shone out of her ass as she flew over a crazy solo on her flute. He filled the spaces between her notes with fancy shit on the piano, the music flowing effortlessly from his fingertips like it was second nature. He wasn’t even looking at his hands, yet every note he played sounded like perfection.
“You wanna get out of here?” “Yes. Humans keep touching me, and I want to bite them. And I scented all the females, and none are appealing.”
wanted to. I was looking for any excuse to spend more time in your presence. Oh dear god, if he kept this up, she was going to melt. Well, it’s a good thing you wised up and gave me your number then, she texted back. Now we can text whenever you want. Just when she started to fear she’d been a little too forward, he replied, I would like that very much.
Screw dinner. Screw exchanging pleasantries and taking it slow and playing it safe. She wanted to be claimed like an earthy goddess on the forest floor beneath the full moon in the most wild, animalistic way possible.
All she knew was that Rage made her feel invincible. Listening to them made her feel like she could launch fire from her fingertips and chop the heads off demons. She would be forever grateful to that band for giving her the strength to get through some pretty dark times in her life.
God, she was getting turned on just listening to him swear like a trucker. “I know it’s stupid, but I told Mist I’d hang out nearby while he was on his date in case he started sniffing her or something and I needed to do damage control.”
They were gone, and he was the Hunter once more. And yet, at the last moment, he reached over and grabbed the lily he’d placed on the dresser. It was his flower, and he was keeping it. Then he stepped into the hellgate and disappeared.
“I’m at Lily’s. That’s his girl. Yeah. Apparently, she’s a witch. No, he didn’t know. Crazy, right? But it gets worse. Her sister’s a crazy-ass bitch”—he grinned shamelessly at Iris when she pointed the cleaver in his face—“and she crashed their date, drew a prison ward, and threatened to kill him. Lily said he shifted in front of her and took off.”
He double-checked the flower he’d stowed in the crevice with his other possessions, making sure it was safely hidden. The blossom had already died—within minutes of arriving in Hell—but it didn’t matter. It was his, and he would keep it safe until it disintegrated to dust.
“I wanted to taste freedom. I wanted to bond with a female. I wanted to be something other than myself. But I cannot. I am the Hunter, and I don’t get a choice.”
“Your human is no regular witch,” Raum mused. “No.” “Blood-born?” “Must be.” “That’s rare.” Mist growled. “She’s mine.” “Is she? Because it seems to me you’re being creepy on her roof rather than claiming her.”
There was so much he wanted to experience with her. So much he wanted to show her. So much he wanted to give her. For her, he had to live. He had to believe he could find a way to be free.
“Twenty-seven years ago, two witches were born. Twins, from a long line of the most powerful blood-borns the Earth has ever seen. Their coming was prophesied centuries ago and was marked by a rare meteor shower at the precise moment of their births.
Her heart cracked at the sight of that dried-up flower. Here, in this dank pit of despair, literally in the bowels of Hell, Mist had placed the flower she’d given him among his few possessions.
“You know what?” Iris snapped suddenly. “Fuck you and fuck this.” She spat in the face of the gargoyle trying to choke Lily. “Fuck all you stumpy little bastards! Talk about overcompensating—you have us on our knees because if I stood up, I could use your head as a step stool. I’m not scared of you little shites.”
