Page 69 of Hell-Bound

She grumbled under her breath while examining the baubles on the vanity.

“You’re only here to annoy me then? Or did youmissme?”

It was her turn to sound coy.

“Ick, no! I’m just here because Lord Azur Stuffy Pants wants to invite you to dinner.” He waggled an eyebrow at her. “What have youdoneto earn such anhonor,my dear Ren?”

Another grumble.

“The last guest Azur invited to dinner was a little pink Devil. Perhaps you’ve met her? Zelaia?”

Ren choked on her own spit.

“What?!”

Jester wrinkled her nose.

“Ew. If you plan to get anywhere with Azur, don’t make that noise.”

“Oh. No. Surely, he doesn’t expect me todoanything?”

Jester shrugged.

“Who knows? He’s the lord of lust and lechery. What did you expect?”

She suddenly felt very hot, air again hard to capture but for a wholly new reason.

“I didn’t think about it.”

But if she were being honest, she had thought about it.

A lot.

“I’m only here to tell you that he has stocked the wardrobe full of appropriate clothes and anything else you might need. He does like his gluttonous dinners to befabulously lavish,” he drawled.

“You’re not coming?” she rasped.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Azur wouldn’t deign to eat with a soulless Lesser Devil. And besides, thanks to someooooone we know, I apparently have to do some reconnaissance.”

“Sorry about that,” she said, feeling slightly guilty.

He shrugged. “Part of the job when you can turn invisible. I’m used to it, Elfy.”

“Is that not something common with Lesser Devils?”

He shook his head.

“Nope, thanks to Azur, I’m speeciiiial.” Another eyebrow waggle. “Have fun tonight, little Elfy! Don’t let Azur have all the fun! I hear his cock ishuge,but I bet he’s selfish in the bedroom—”

Ren lunged at him, but hepoofedaway, giggles echoing until they finally disappeared down the hallway.

“Menace,” she grumbled.

Opening the wardrobe, she found it to be full of a variety of dresses in different colors. Her breath caught as she delicately removed the first of them.

The dress was made of the softest velvet black—low cut and patterned with sheer mesh that draped across long elegant sleeves embellished with patterns like tree branches. It was almost completely backless but crisscrossed near the rear and cascaded into a short train. It was breathtaking. She wanted to put it on and never take it off.

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