“You really should thank me for that as well.”
My cheeks warmed, but I ignored his comment and rested my head back on his chest to resume drawing swirling patterns with my fingers. “Have you thought about what you’ll do after the Inferno?”
“Not really. I imagine I’ll be busy running the Underworld.” He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t worry. I’ll still have time for you. Hell, if Slade can make it work with a mortal, I’m sure we can sort something out.”
I shook my head, momentarily derailed from my point. “Slade’s girlfriend is a mortal?”
“Yeah. It’s a long story. I’ll let him tell you when you see him next. But the point is, you don’t need to worry. Things don’t need to change between us when I become Lucifer.”
Arrogant bastard. Why did I find his attitude so appealing? “Have you thought about what you’ll do when I win?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why waste time worrying over something unlikely to occur?” His chest rumbled. He was fucking with me now. Though I knew he believed he’d win and had the stronger claim, I also knew he’d never discounted me as a competitor. At least not after the first trial. He had to have thought about a contingency plan.
“Am I going to have to worry about you organizing an uprising once I win, or can we continue seeing each other like this?” I asked.
“I don’t see why one would preclude the other.”
Now he really was messing with me.
“No, Sloane.” He gathered me in his arms and squeezed. “If you win, I will accept my defeat. You won’t have to worry about me.”
His unspoken words hung heavy in the room. “Just the rest of the Underworld?”
“Pretty much.”