Page 205 of Wicked Believer
Azrael shakes his head. “I’m starting to understand why he wanted to keep you under lock and key for as long as humanly possible.”
“Well”—I smile up at him, holding my arm out like he’s my date and he’s escorting me—“good thing for you and Lucifer that I’m no longer human, then.”
Epilogue
Charlotte
Something hard and pointy is nudging against my side, and from the sharpness of it, I don’t think it’s anyone’s dick.
I come to in a foggy haze, vaguely aware that I’m sprawled across the floor of someone’s beach house. Lucifer’s? No, he’s not a fan of the beach. Maybe ...
I sit bolt upright as the memory of everything that happened at Sloth’s party comes rushing back to me. The celebrities. The music. The alcohol.
So much fucking alcohol.
I sway slightly, my vision a bit fuzzy as I squint up at the figure who stands backlit against where the early afternoon sun is trying its best to blind me.
What in God’s name did I do to myself?
My stomach roils as I blink several times, until I’m finally able to determine from the thick hourglass shape that it’s Greed.
“Oh, you,” I mumble as she once again nudges me with the pointy tip of her high heel.
“My brother sent me to fetch you, unfortunately.” She scowls like it’s somehow my fault she chose to help me and is now likely in the celestial doghouse with Lucifer.
My stomach churns again, and I honestly try to aim in the other direction before I ...
Vomit all over her shoes.
Alcohol and shellfish are clearlynotintended to mix.
Greed snarls at me.
“Ugh, you’re lucky these aren’t new. Get up.” She grabs me under my arm and hauls me to my feet. I blink, taking in the various partygoers who are now passed out in every imaginable position, as she frog-marches me out of Sloth’s beach house and into the waiting Town Car.
By the time we reach the Upper East Side, where Apollyon headquarters is located, I’ve managed to sober up enough to actually feel proud of the previous evening’s accomplishments.
I got Sloth on board with the rest of the Originals.
He was the last one holding out on me.
And he even reluctantly agreed to help me retrieve Jax, too, if I need it.
Team No Apocalypse: 2. Team Apocalypse: 1.
Things are definitely looking up.
When the Town Car pulls to a stop, Greed directs one of her security team to lead me into the building, still furious and fussing over how I ruined her shoes, as she forces me to take the literal walk of shame up to Lucifer’s office rather than having the team escort me up the back service stairs.
It’s not like she doesn’t have enough money to buy herself, and half the western hemisphere, another pair of Stuart Weizmans.
When I enter Lucifer’s office, a small part of me is aware that Azrael is likely there, waiting in the wings, but it’s not him I’m eager to see right now.
It’s my devil of a fiancé.
I stride toward Lucifer’s desk, trying not to feel embarrassed at what a hot mess I must look like. I showered and changed clothes before the after-party, but I look like someone who’s just stumbled out of a celebrity bash down in the Hamptons.
I think I even have a bit of sand where it shouldn’t be.
