Page 58 of Sleeping Redemption
“Ah, damn,” Rook finally spoke up with a hint of forced disappointment in his tone. “I nearly forgot, I have to cast my vote for the centennial Most Efficiently Innovative Demon award.”
Sy cast a hard look of disbelief at the demon. I couldn’t blame him; evenIdidn’t buy Rook’s bullshit excuse. Everybody knew that particular contest was rigged. Belphegor, the demon of sloth, always won.
“Good luck, mate. If she gets,” he made a swirling motion with his finger next to his temple, “you know, just…” His voice trailed off.
Rook merely gave a harsh double pat on the back of Sy’s shoulder before he was gone.
Ignoring Sy’s less-than-pleased demeanor, I focused on solving my current predicament.
Deciding to lounge on the blue velvet chaise in my playroom, I scrolled through my phone, tapping away on the food delivery app.
“One of these… and one of these,” I murmured to myself quietly.
After I had ordered food from thirteen different establishments, I eagerly awaited my new toys. My mouth watered at the prospect of thirteen delivery drivers arriving at the door, ready for me to spin my charm on them. I’d keep the ones who pleased me and burn the ones who didn’t. It seemed an appropriate tradeoff.
Too bad there wasn’t a Most Efficiently Innovative Fallen Angel award.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Istood there contemplating how many lives a trickster demon actually had because I wanted to knock one out of him for every time he had left me in a fouler mood than how I had arrived.
When I had shown up in the basement, it looked like both Atlas and Rook had been prepared to keep Kin preoccupied. I knew she had been upset by the scene she stumbled onto in the bathroom, enough to trigger her into an episode. I couldn’t blame either man for their efforts to thoroughly distract her, but hell, if it didn’t piss me off.
Who was the one who cleaned up the shattered soul left behind? Me.
Who was the one who was constantly worried about the saliranimum demon on the loose? Me.
And guess who was the only one harboring the fear that the prophecy I had read about would fulfill itself? Fucking me.
Releasing a heavy sigh with my hands anchored on my hips, I was now stuck in this cosmopolitan-chic sex dungeon with Kinley. The space was full of modern essentials that you’d expectto find in such a room. However, there were a few ancient artifacts that had me questioning if she kept them as souvenirs or put them to use.
My eyes observed one such example—a pear of anguish. I shuddered.
Eventually, I heard Kin murmuring to herself as she tapped away on her phone. She lay on that chaise like a cat sunning itself, her white blonde hair streaked with charcoal black contrasted sharply with the blue of the pillow tucked behind her head. Her slender body was at ease while her eyes glimmered with excitement.
“What are you doing?” I sounded more accusatory than I intended.
Without looking up at me, she continued swiping across the phone screen in her hands. “Ordering food.”
Dropping my hands to my sides, I stepped over to her and plucked the cell from her hands. I took a look at her screen.
“What the fuck?” I muttered as I saw hundreds of dollars of food orders in various stages of being prepared for delivery.
Kinley merely gave me a smile feigning innocence and a shitty excuse. “I couldn’t decide what I wanted. A girl has needs.”
My scowl was set hard on my face, and it prompted her to pout as she swung her legs off the chaise and sat up.
“Aw, Sy, don’t give me that look. It’s a win-win situation; I get toys with each of my meals, and you can have the scraps afterward.” The blue of her eyes darkened like the furthest depths of the sea.
Great. A twisted spin on her equivalent of a kid’s meal.
I snorted. “I will give you any look I damn well please. And this,” I waved her phone in the air, “is exactly the opposite of what we need.”
Shaking my head, I began to see which orders I could still cancel.
That’s when I heard a primal growl out of Kin, and she was suddenly in my space. It was only a matter of several well-executed moves before she had pried her phone from me and then forcefully shoved me back until my ass fell onto the lounger.
“Take a load off, Sy,” she demanded with a smirk on her pink glossed lips before she dropped her phone into the pocket of the fitted black leather jacket she wore.
