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“Good. That’s the goal. We’ll celebrate when we find out.” Grim’s words and voice didn’t match up. A strange tightness in his tone mimicked the tightness in my chest at the thought of not being necessary any longer.
“And then what?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“When she does eventually get pregnant, what happens then? Do we send her back to Lilith and go on our merry way?” I couldn’t exactly imagine the four of us standing around a hospital bed while she gave birth, but the idea of just walking away didn’t sit right.
“No. We protect her until the end.” The vehemence in Malice’s response shook me.
Of course he would be the one to have strong feelings about remaining involved. Pestilence had denied him that right the first time.
I’d never had the chance to be a father when I was alive. Which also meant I hadn’t felt the pain of my child being kept from me.
Not that Merri’s child would be mine necessarily.
My eyes dropped to where she slept, her expression peaceful and lax.
For the first time since this whole scheme was dropped into our collective laps, I actually thought about what Merri being with child would be like. How her body would change and thicken. What it would mean for all of us.
I didn’t just imagine it. I craved it.
Fuck. She’d ruined me.
As I let my gaze linger on her sleeping form, I sent up a silent, traitorous prayer that Sin had failed this time so I would have my chance next.
Chapter
Two
LUCIFER
“If you want something done right, you just have to do it yourself.” I stormed back into the throne room and yanked my favorite dagger free of Famine’s throat. I couldn’t fight the twitch of a smile on my lips as she gasped in pain. The Princes, it seemed, had continued my little game of target practice while I’d been gone. Such good boys.
“Th-thank you, my king,” she rasped.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t do it foryou. The only thing I require from you right now is your blood. Unless you suddenly have access to the answers I seek?” I raised a brow, making it clear I knew she was still fucking useless.
“What are y-you going to d-do?”
She was so fucking annoying. If I could kill her, I would. Bloody immortal beings.
“That’s none of your business, is it?”
Her lips parted, and tiny bubbles of blood spilled down her chin.
I booped her on the nose, gentling my voice in an imitation of a primary school teacher speaking to a naughty five-year-old. “I suggest you stick with silence right now, lest you get yourselfin more hot water.” Calling over my shoulder, I added, “Pride, bring me a chalice. I don’t want to get blood on the floor.”
He glanced down at the already crimson-stained stone with confusion on his face.
“Moreblood,” I corrected.
The Prince of Pride approached with a gold and jewel-encrusted goblet held at the ready. My lips twitched again as my fingers encircled the stem of the ornate chalice.
“No carpenter’s cup for me.”
Pride cocked his head, and the confusion on his face deepened. “Why would the king of hell use a cup made for a carpenter?”
“He chose poorly?” I quoted, as if that would be explanation enough.
