Page 64 of Hell's Reaper

On my way back to my room, I find Killian.

“That’s my friend, Asura,” he grumbles, leaning on the railing. Okay, I’m an ass.

I nod. “I’m sorry. It… just happened. If you want me to not do that again, I’ll respect that. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

He shakes his head. “Do you even, like, like him or was it just lust?”

I swallow. I haven’t thought about that. I wanted Ledger, and that was pure lust, but waking up to him and talking to him was… different. I missed texting him and being able to talk to him. He made me feel protected even if I don’t need protection. Did that mean something more? “I, uh…”

He looks up.

“I don’t know. Probably lust. We can’t date because of Khazon’s blackmailing and stuff, so…”

“Is that why you have Hazen as a backup?”

My brows pull together. “Back up? He’s not a backup. He just…”

“More lust, Asura?”

I scoff. “No—no. He’s uh… he’s just a friend. I-I… What about Raven? We all know you like her?”

His face heats up. “No! The Son of the Devil? No!”

“Yeah. The kids of the devil don’t like anyone… It’s just…”

We stare at each other. I let out a sigh. “Don’t say shit.”

He burst into laughter. “Well, Dad always said you were going to need an army of men to handle you.”

“Don’t you dare say shit to Ledger. He’d never fucking shut up. Plus, we can’t date with this stupid shit with Khazon and—”

“So, just seduce Khazon too and invite him into the harem. You both love each other,” he says, walking away.

“Love? The Princess of Hell? No, thank you. Love isn’t a thing for me.”

He scoffs and closes his bedroom door.

I huff as I move back to my bedroom, just as my phone starts ringing.

Ledger?

Picking up my phone, I see “Haze” on the screen. I smile. Just as good. I answer it. “Hello, handsome.”

“Good morning, princess. Are you in a good mood because you just got laid?”

I let out a snort, twirling my hair. “No. Pffft. What’s up?”

“If you’re free, you want to come get lunch?”

I smile. “Yeah, that’s fun. Give me twenty and I can meet you somewhere.” What would I wear?

“I’ll send you the address. It’s just a little diner so, dress for that.”

Reading my mind again. “Okay, see you soon?”

“See you soon,” he says, hanging up.

Showering quickly, I get dressed. I wear a black crop top that has flames lining the bottom and black jeans with large holes in them with fishnets underneath. With sneakers on, I move down the stairs.

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