Page 34 of Touched By Death

My attention returns to Lucifer, who gestures for the woman to refill his glass. “She’s hiding in the shadows.”

Lucifer ignores me, too enthralled by the busty brunette. She refills his glass and leans down to whisper something in his ear. As she leaves, he smacks her ass and pins his amused, dark eyes on me. “Hiding in the shadows? I didn’t know you were partial to hide and seek.”

“Can you be serious for once?”

“It depends,” he responds, picking up the glass of brandy and taking a casual sip, his eyes skating past me to the orgy. “The female angel at the back looks lonely. Care to join?”

Rolling my eyes, I follow his line of sight to a girl perched on the edge of the stage. “You have always liked them young.”

“They’re more eager to please.”

I study the girl who is likely a millennium younger than us—a fledgling with curiosity still burning in her gaze. Lucifer has always coveted that. Maybe because he’s so bored with his own existence.

“You’re partial to young females, too.” The left corner of his lip slowly slides upward as I bring my attention back to him. With a tip of his chin in the young female’s direction, he says, “Her wings are cut.” Eyebrows quirking suggestively, his smirk grows. “She can’t fly away.”

I snort with disgust. “Unlike you, I find angels with clipped wings as exciting as human girls. I like a challenge.”

“Like my son’s newest obsession?”

Brows furrowed, my gaze snaps to him.

Tapping the side of his nose with a single digit, he smiles knowingly. “It’s my business to know things.”

“You know nothing,” I spit, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the table’s dull, black surface. “I’m telling you that Genesis is back, and you accuse me of harboring feelings toward a fledgling?”

He simply smiles, staring at me with that unrelenting gaze of his that sees too much. Then, with a shrug of his shoulders, he looks back at the stage as he takes another sip of his drink. His throat bobs on a swallow, and he lowers the tumbler back down. Darting his tongue out to catch a drop of liquid, he says, “Genesis is dead.”

There’s no getting through to him. He’s too distracted by the orgy on stage and his own agenda where world domination is concerned.

At the sensation of warm hands sliding over my shoulders, I jump. Soft lips brush the shell of my ear while I stare at my brother across the table, who winks at me as he sips his brandy.

“We haven’t seen you here in a while, Amenadiel. You’ve been neglecting us.”

My fangs elongate, throbbing painfully, and I brush her off. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy?” The female angel pouts, sliding her arms around my shoulders and bringing her naked breasts dangerously close to my face.

As I look at Lucifer, he drains his glass before slamming it down on the table.

“My brother has gone and fallen for a fledgling. While I would encourage his newest obsession, as it keeps the angel away from my son, I prefer to watch him squirm. Do me a favor, Alyssa. Fuck the tension out of him.”

Flames flickering at my fingertips, I ignore his amused laughter and rise to my feet with a snarl.

“You’re so damn pussy-whipped,” chuckles Lucifer. “Who knew you’d fall for someone? Never-fucking-mind my son’s fuck toy. This shit is too funny.”

“And who knew you’d be so fucking blind to the truth? I’m not interested in the girl, but in the woman hiding in her shadows. Genesis is back, and she’s out for revenge.”

“I’m shaking in my fucking boots,” he drawls, as he curls a finger at the barely legal angel with clipped wings. She hops down and makes her way over on bare feet. As she nears, I spot the bruising, cuts, and whip marks on her skin. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget what a sick fucker Lucifer is.

He slides his arms around her waist and pulls her down on his lap. When she ducks her head to hide behind a curtain of hair, he brushes it over one shoulder. His touch is deceptively gentle, but I know my brother. I’ve watched him in action.

His eyes find mine, glinting with lewd, cruel intent. “We can fuck her together. Like old times. Remember, brother, when we used to share girls? I miss the old you.” Laughter spills from his lips. He tips the girl’s chin with a single finger and looks at me. “You used to be positively evil.”

“Times have changed,” I respond while one of the male angels on the stage paints a female’s face with cum.

Lucifer watches the scene with a bored expression. Nothing less than extreme violence will soothe his restless soul. “I’m disappointed.”

I don’t respond, reaching for my suit jacket and sliding it off the chair.

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