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For what?Melek murmured back, his mental tone the epitome of innocence.
However, he knew what he’d done.
Making an Irish coffee might be a small task, but it was monumental in this moment. Because Ajax was showing a subtle willingness to work with me rather than against me.
Assuming he didn’t pour the pot of coffee on my head, anyway.
But it gave me a flicker of hope that I might be able to fix this after all.
A few days, I echoed in my mind. I’d originally stated that I wanted to start training tomorrow. However, I needed Ajax’s acceptance, or my lessons would be worthless in the end. So I’d give him some time to make up his mind.
If this menial activity indicated a tentative alliance, I’d accept it.
And I’d do everything in my power to fortify it.
For Ajax. For Camillia. For Azazel and Melek.For all of Hell Fae and Nightmare Fae kind…
CHAPTER 10
CAMI
A Few Days Later
Pancakes had become a daily ritual. Chocolate chip. Doused in syrup. With a side of Irish coffee.
All courtesy of the Hell Fae King.
At least until yesterday when he’d disappeared after saying something about having a meeting with his lieutenants. I didn’t know the details, but I also hadn’t asked about it.
Then this morning I woke to a note warning me that training would begin today. Or perhaps he’d just meant it as a casual communication to let me know about his plans for us. But I’d translated it as a warning, one that both excited me and scared me at the same time.
It excited me because I wanted to learn more about Lucifer and his realm. I also really wanted to spend some alone time with him.
Which I shouldn’t want at all.
Hence the reason it terrified me as well.
Although, I supposed I wouldn’t really be alone with him. Because Ajax planned to come, too.
“I don’t trust him,” he’d said earlier after I’d shown him the note. I’d been in bed between him and Az, the fiery parchment having somehow landed on my pillow—without singeing it—while the three of us had slept.
Az hadn’t commented or replied to Ajax’s words, just rolled off the mattress and went to prepare some coffee for the three of us.
“I don’t not trust him,” I’d told Ajax softly. “A convoluted way of saying I want to see where this goes, I guess.”
Ajax had studied me for a long moment before nodding. “Then I’m coming with you.”
But first, he’d vanished with Az, likely to go spar or something, leaving me to my own devices for the morning.
Which was how I’d ended up in the Hell Fae Palace Courtyard.
Having a picnic.
With the Hell Fae Prince.
He’d substituted crêpes for pancakes, each fluffy pastry filled with melted cheese and smoky meat. A bit of a different fare than our usual morning sweets, but I wasn’t complaining. Especially since he’d paired it all with caffeine.
Not Irish coffee this time, but cappuccinos. Somehow he’d created little hearts in the froth, a touch that I’d found both endearing and suspicious.
