Page 127 of Wicked Believer
I nod in Mia’s direction. “Feel free to be as much of a bitch to her as you’d like.”
Though I’m not certain I really mean it anymore.
The idea of Mia with Lucifer in any capacity still makes my insides harden with rage, but even as annoying as it was to have her show up in our bedroom this morning, I’m legitimately grateful that she saved me from Lucifer’s punishment tonight.
If he’s even capable of it, considering the state he might be in.
No.I shake my head. Azrael said it was just celestial roughhousing between siblings.
But what does that evenmean?
“Do you know if Lucifer’s okay?”
Greed casts me a confused look. “Why wouldn’t he be?”
Like she’s blissfully unaware of how the world’s burning.
“I don’t know. I just ...”
Have a bad feeling,I almost say.
I shrug it off. “It’s nothing, I guess.”
Azrael said he was fine, and so did Mia for that matter.
Mia wouldn’t lie to me at least, would she?
Mimi sighs, like my obsession with her older brother disgusts her. “I’m not my brother’s keeper, Charlotte.”
“I know that.”
“In a bitchy mood today, are we?” Mimi smiles knowingly.
We haven’t had the chance to be alone much since I last met her at her office down on Bond Street, the headquarters of Zest, her lifestyle company, where she offered me a job with the stipulation that I ditch Lucifer along with Apollyon Incorporated.
It wasn’t long after that when I learned she was responsible for killing Paris Starr, with Michael serving as the middleman, her hired muscle apparently.
All in an attempt to undermine Lucifer.
The knowledge that she’s as vicious as any of her brothers has shifted my perception of her—just like my gallery visit with Azmodeus did of him—but I’m not sure if it’s to a better one, honestly. Is it respect or disgust I feel when I look at her?
Maybe a little of both?
“I’m really tired from training with Azrael, that’s all.”
“Azrael?” she says, her eyes lighting up like I’ve just told her the most delicious gossip she’s heard in a century. “Oh, that’s an interesting choice now, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” She pats the crown of my hair like I’m a dog being told to sit.
But I’m not about to let this go.
“Who is he, Mimi?”
Greed simply shrugs. “I suppose you could say he’s Lucifer’s most loyal guard dog.” She smirks at me.
I have a distinct feeling she hasn’t begun to tell me the half of it.
