“From under?” She scoffs, offended.
“Oh, Little Lamb, we both know you’re not going to Heaven.”
Chapter 15
Lucifer
Yvonne stands in front of me, her hands on her hips. Her eyes are scrutinizing every inch of my appearance, and all I can do is remain rooted in the spot in her bedroom. She starts circling around me, like a predator determining whether or not the prey is worth its attention.
Then, she comes to a stop in front of me, looking at me with pure amusement in her eyes.
“Let’s fix your appearance.”
“What’s wrong with my appearance?”
She snorts. “You’re wearing stolen clothes.”
“Ah,” I chuckle. “No, I paid with your money. Then Valerio gave me his card, so I bought more clothes with it.”
“How do I say this without sounding like a bitch?” She hums. “Your taste is terrible.”
“You do sound like a bitch,” I deadpan.
Yvonne grins. “I know. Now, let me see what I should find for you to wear.”
“Well, aside from what I’ve purchased, I have nothing else.”
“You’re speaking to a witch,” she glares. “I can fix it. Now… you don’t seem like the type to be wearing modern suits, no matter how much you don’t want to admit it. But, we can still keep it in a similar style.”
She begins murmuring to herself, and if it weren’t for my super-hearing, I wouldn’t have caught it. I smirk, just letting her do her own thing. My best guess is that she’ll make me wear something that matches her.
Her dress is maroon, down to her ankles, with long sleeves. It’s tight, and I am struggling to keep my eyes off her gorgeous body. She has a lot of emeralds on, and given how long she’s been awake, I’m not too shocked that her jewelry collection is half the size of this cottage.
Her hair is tied into two dutch braids, falling down her waist.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful.
When I blink, I see her smiling proudly. “Yes, that’s it.”
Then, I glance down, noticing the change in my clothes. A pair of black pants, a black shirt, and a pair of shoes I’ve never seen before. There’s a leather belt, too, not that I’d actually ever need one.
The strangest thing is my hair, though.
It’s up in a high ponytail, a style I’ve never worn before.
“So, how do I look?”
She beams. “Fantastic! Let’s go.”
Yvonne grabs her handbag, and heads out the door. I catch up with her easily, pulling her off her feet and into my arms. She quirks a brow, her arms wrapping around my neck automatically.
“What’s this about?”
“It’ll be quicker. Hold on tight.”
Her eyes close, and she hugs me tighter. I kiss the top of her head, then speed through the forest and into the city. It takes me less than five minutes of avoiding trees, running through the forest, before I see the entrance of the town.
“We’re here.”