Page 17 of Widow

"You are not driving my car. Maybe if you weren't such an asshole, I'd consider it." She opened the door and threw her bag in the back. "Don't you have anything better to do other than follow me?"

"Let me have your keys, or I will take them from you." I didn't do well when people didn't do as I asked. It was a nasty habit that I needed to work on breaking. I wasn't in Hell anymore.

"You're ridiculous." She moved to get in her car. I grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and moved her to the side.

I slid into the driver's seat before she had any clue what had just happened. I held out my hand and grinned up at her. She narrowed her eyes at me and looked around the parking lot.

No one else was around.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and swiped the screen. "What the hell? Are you doing something to my phone?"

I was. It was a unique ability of mine to manipulate technology. The world might think they knew what Hell was like, but with a snap of my fingers, I could bring Hell to Earth. Nothing was worse in a human's eyes than not being able to check their phone every five minutes.

I held out my hand. "Only one way for you to get home tonight. Hand them over."

She stomped around to the other side of the car in this sexy way that made me adjust myself. She let out a huff of air as she got into the passenger seat and then smacked the key fob into my outstretched hand.

My hand tingled slightly at her touch. Or maybe it was just the force with which she gave me the keys.

I dropped them in the cup holder and shut the door. I ran my hands across the leather steering wheel. I loved cars almost as much as I loved watches.

I pressed the brake pedal and pushed the ignition switch. The car roared to life.

In the passenger seat, Camellia crossed her arms over her chest and was glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead.

I suddenly didn't want to end our time together. "I want to take you somewhere." I put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

"The only place I want you to take me is home. This is so ridiculous. How do I know you guys aren’t going to kill me? Or do something else to me?"

I glanced over at her and frowned. "We would have already. Are you going to put on your seatbelt?"

She sighed and pulled the seatbelt across her body. "Maybe I should let you kill me."

I barely heard her mumble it, but it was clear as day. I revved the engine as we sat at a stoplight.

"What do you mean by that?" One second she didn't want to die, the next, it seemed like she did.

"I don't know, genius. You try living with hundreds of spiders inside of you. Just when I think I've forgotten about them, something reminds me they're there. Like you."

"We'll fix it, I promise." I pulled onto the highway and headed towards the coast. She needed a distraction, and so did I. I knew I was breaking human etiquette by practically kidnapping her, but she wasn't attacking me. Yet.

"As a doctor, I should advise you not to make promises you probably can't keep."

A silence fell over the car, and all I could hear was the sound of the wheels on the highway. It had been a long time since I'd been around a woman I was attracted to. The last time, I ended up giving my heart away and had it returned to me broken and bruised.

"Don't you have a family or something that you need to get home to?" She finally broke the silence by asking the one question that I could've done without.

It's not that I wasn't proud of my small family, but it was difficult to explain when you're the Lucifer that had a child with the Lilith who you thought was named Lily and owned a coffee shop.

Added to that, my eighteen-year-old daughter had saved the world from a massive demon invasion from Inferna. Oh, and she did it along with her four husbands.

That would send a woman running for the hills. And that wasn't even the worst of it.

"I have a daughter. She got married on Christmas Eve, and they're on their honeymoon right now. That's all the family I have. What about you?" I decided to keep my answer simple. Or at least as simple as it could be. It was just vague enough that maybe she wouldn't realize I was talking about more than one husband.

"How old are you? You don't look old enough to have a grown daughter. I mean, I guess if you had her really young. What are you, thirty-five, forty?"

"I'm ageless."

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