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Fuck him. Fuck them all. I’m glad they’re fucking dead.

The flash of red, white, and blue lights is somewhat distracting in my periphery; it’s only then I look down and see eyes watching from the sidewalk. The men call out for others to run, and my body is paralyzed where I stand.

I feel nothing. With the anger and fear gone, for a moment I feel nothing, and then I remember the look of Sabrina’s smile. I remember her laugh and then the sound of our laughter together. The memory of her turning up the car radio and us singing at the top of our lungs when we moved out here for a fresh start.

I remember it all, and I find a small smile growing on my lips.

She’s safe. She couldn’t save me, but I could save her.

Once I feel content, I imagine a bullet in my palm to reload, I bring the gun to my head, and pull the trigger, feeling the tears slip down my cheeks in the cold, dark night.

Bang.

I’ll be with Lucifer again.

Chapter 24

Lucifer

The fire crackles in the back room of the den. The light cast shadows of her gorgeous curves as Lilith, ever so slowly, reaches up to where there should be a bullet hole, but she finds no wound. Not even a single drop of blood in her lush locks. Her heart hammers, but when her dark eyes lift and find mine, a softness overcomes her.

“Is my little killer done for the evening?” I ask and make my way across the den, dropping the bullet into a small tin trashcan under the bar.

Her control of the power to transcend is far better now than when she first started. She’s practically mastered it.

She offers me a small, sad smile and then strides over to me without hesitation. She’s tired and still reeling, but my God she’s so beautiful and strong.

“Thank you,” she whispers. I wonder if she remembers telling me she loves me, but I don’t ask.

“And the deal is done?” I ask her, although it’s not a question. I’ve already held up my end and then some. It is time to finalize the last piece.

Her part: death. So she will be with me forevermore. She can choose however she’d like to do it, but it must be done beside me and with me. We will die together.

“The deal is done, but I don’t feel…I don’t feel ready. We’re never ready for what is next. You’ll hold me. And promise me that she’ll⁠—”

“She’s safe. I promise you,” I reassure her, and I mean it. I’ve made deals without her knowing, deals I know will be honored by those more honorable than me. “She’s gone through enough in this lifetime; she will be safe until her last days.”

“Please,” she whispers, her wide eyes beseeching mine.

“Do you want me to make you forget?” I question, wanting nothing more than to appease her.

“I just want you to make me feel…only the way that you can,” she whispers, her eyes pleading. The sight of her, longing for me, needing me…fuck. It’s everything I’ve ever needed.

With a beat of her heart, it all slips into place with finality.

She loves me. And she loves what I do to her.

I can feel it in the marrow of my bones.

“Bed. Now,” I command, and she peers up at me through thick lashes and a simper that lets me know she’s aware I’d fuck her whenever she’s in need.

She saunters over to the bed and faces me before taking a seat seductively and then crawling backward, never breaking her gaze from my own.

I’m so fucked with this woman. In over my head, and I don’t care. She’s mine. At least, a little piece is mine.

In only seconds, I’m naked as well, my clothes in a puddle on the floor. I kick them out of my way and stroke my hard cock in my hand as I approach, crawling to her as my pulse intensifies.

I take my time with her soft curves as she lies on my bed on her back. With my hand under her left knee, I leave open-mouthed kisses up her thigh, to her hip, and then drag my tongue up her gorgeous body. I nip and kiss every inch that I desire, loving how the goosebumps play along her skin and how she fights to stay still. Every so often she brings her head up just enough for a quick yet passionate and deep kiss, before allowing me full access to every inch of her.