Though I have a feeling Lucifer would. I just have to ask.
“That would be. Not knowing what you are and then finding out only to have more questions than before…” She shakes her head. “I don’t envy you.”
“It’s complicated. Though it’s almost weirder to think about my mother being a witch than it is to think my dad is an angel.”
“The whole thing sounds fucking insane.”
“It does.”
She pulls a gray sweater down from a neatly folded stack. I don’t think I’ve met anyone in real life who has this many clothes. The closet is every bit as big as my bedroom back in Thorne Hill, and it’s filled to the brim.
“I’m curious to how they met.” She hands me the sweater and then quickly neatens the stack it came from. I fold it over my arm and nod.
“Me, too. Or why they even met in the first place. From the little I’ve been told, archangels coming to Earth is a rare occurrence, and even rarer is them interacting with humans.” I let out a breath. “I wish I could talk to my mom.”
“Can’t you summon her spirit or something?”
“Maybe. But if she’s in Heaven, then I don’t think so. And I know nothing about her. Only that her name was Callista and I look like her.” I shift my eyes to my wrist, looking at the simple silver bracelet Michael gave me on my wedding day.
It was Mom’s, and I haven’t taken it off since.
“I’m going to get dressed and then eat,” I tell her, walking out of the closet.
“Okay. I’ll sit with Lucas until then.”
“Thank you.” We walk back into the guest room together. Every bedroom in this house has its own bathroom. The string of magic I conjured earlier is still hovering in the air, gently flowing in an invisible current. Lucas is sitting up, and the blood bag is empty on the nightstand next to him.
“Feeling any better?” I ask, going to him before going into the bathroom.
“Yes,” he says.
“Did you heal?” I sit next to him, unable to resist the urge to tuck the blanket around him again.
“No, but it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“That’s progress,” I say and force a smile. I need to find the silver lining in this to keep my spirits up. And to keep from coming undone. Because how the hell am I supposed to keep Lucas away from germs?
I kiss him, tasting the blood on his lips. I do my best not to recoil. Tasting my own blood isn’t that bad. Tasting his is erotic.
But some stranger’s?
I can’t think about it or I’ll puke.
After getting dressed, I go down into the kitchen. I don’t want to take the time to make a pizza, and ice cream just doesn’t sound appetizing. I check the pantry next and am pleased to see that all the boxed and canned goods are still there. Using magic to speed things up, I make macaroni and cheese. I eat two bowls, find the B12 vitamins in the cabinet, and wash them down with a big glass of water.
Then I rush back upstairs, feeling anxious all over again.
“Do you want to lie down again before we leave?” I ask as I enter the room. Lucas is in the process of getting dressed and looks like he needs help lifting his arms over his head to get his shirt on.
My stomach twists again, hating seeing him in pain.
He has black athletic pants on already, and I’m so glad that he had to leave some of his stuff here until we move into our estate. I should probably bring a few things over and keep them here as well.
I never know when I’m going to end up being covered blood.
“Here,” I say and go to him, balling up the hem and pulling it over his head. I help him get his arms through and then rake my fingers through his hair, smoothing it back.
“Thanks, babe.” Lucas’s hands settle on my waist. “You’ll undress me later.”
I look into his blue eyes and feel heat rush through me. I want to feel his body on mine, have his big cock drive into me. I can’t hide the shiver of desire that goes through me.
“I probably will.”
“Ugh,” Eliza scoffs. “Didn’t you two fuck enough on your honeymoon?”
“I’ll never get enough of her,” Lucas says, pulling me in. We kiss again, and this time he tastes like he always does—not someone else’s blood. He kisses me once more and then takes my hand. “Ready to go home?”
“I so am.”
I just hope we make it there without anything else happening.Chapter 7“Hey, guys.” I drop my purse on the ground in the foyer and turn on the light. My familiars are sitting on the stairs, waiting for us, and Scarlet runs and jumps, playing the part of the glamour she’s wearing.