Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Tix’s father was someone who I cared very much about,” Lilith confessed. “And my son is correct. The witch will figure it out when the time is right. I would worry more about the princess. There’s a darkness to her soul that I don’t think she’s ready to deal with. I think your wolf is in for some heartache.”
I worried about that, too.
“We’ll handle Evan. She’s a practical young lady,” Trent promised.
But I didn’t think Trent understood what a practical young lady could do when faced with impossible decisions. I felt a tug in my chest as they walked away. “Can’t you force Tix to tell us?”
Liv held up a hand. “Don’t. Lilith is right. Give me a day or so. I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
She was trying. I had to as well. “Then Eddie, it’s time to work your magic because I did not get the decadent buffet I was promised.”
Eddie’s fangs gleamed as he grinned. “I can handle that, my mistress.”
Chapter Twenty
Liv
“I can’t believe how hungry I am.” Dean Malone sat across from me at the big dining table. We were all sitting around it like some kind of family, and I wanted so badly to really feel this moment.
Lee shook his head as he watched the young man with the crystal eyes. He’d been the one to help Dean after he’d showered and dressed. “Well, you’ve had your insides roasted for a couple of days. I’m pretty sure that would make anyone hungry.” Lee looked my way. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
I couldn’t put into words what it meant to have Lee look at me like whatever I was about to say was meaningful and that he would believe it. It felt like I was starting to be me again. If only I could tap into that part of myself I’d lost. The truth was Lilith was right. I was afraid. I was afraid of what I would feel. There was a tiny part of me that wondered if that piece of my soul even wanted to come back, if I’d made myself unworthy of the best part of me.
But I was working on it. I knew logically what the old me would have done, and I’d checked Dean shortly after he’d awakened. I’d used all my power to ensure nothing remained that could harm him. “Yes, it was a complete healing. Not even the witch who cursed him the first time could have healed him the way Lucifer did.”
If only someone could heal me.
“Maybe you should try the roast chicken.” Casey sat beside me. He pretty much hadn’t left my side once. He let me do what I needed to do, but he wouldn’t leave me alone. We’d taken a nap while Eddie had been cooking, and then he’d been the one to inject the blood Eddie had sent. Less this time. It would take me weeks, but I was getting off the demon blood.
But the power I’d felt when I’d broken the binding spell…it hadn’t left. There was a seemingly endless well of power there to call upon. I felt like a door had opened. Despite the fact that there was a part of me that was still numb, I was hopeful for the first time in a long time. Enough that I wanted to tease my vampire. “Haven’t tasted chicken in a while, babe?”
“Well, we haven’t been close enough physically in years for the bond to share your senses with me,” he admitted. “And now that I know what your diet was like, I think it might have been a blessing.”
A Profane did not indulge.
That logic of Eddie’s was hitting me pretty hard now. Profane? Yeah, I was supposed to be one of the devil’s disciples and that asshole Myrddin was concerned about me getting tubby or something. Here’s a clue. When someone tells you that you’re going to get this cool new title and it’s Profane, but you need to like be a puritan when it comes to everything, tell them to fuck off. Like look that shit up in the dictionary and then question authority.
“Probably. It was nutritionally balanced,” I said, taking a beautifully roasted chicken thigh onto my plate along with some of Eddie’s indulgent mac and cheese. “You know when I think about it, I get pissed. I was promised a life of evil. Shouldn’t evil include carbs?”
Kelsey shot me a grin. Her plate was already piled high because bestie could eat. “It should. And you should have had all kinds of weird sex stories to tell me.”
“Or not,” Casey said with a prim twist of his mouth. “Personally, I’m glad Myrddin didn’t take things to that level. She would feel terrible about it. And I wouldn’t feel happy. How would you feel if Trent and Gray had weird sex stories?”