Page 63 of Lucifer's Redemption

Since when did walking have to become so loud?

“Hi, Alana!” I gave her a small wave. I felt guilty taking her job, and now she had to leave the palace because of me. Being friendly was the nice thing to do.

“I’m very sorry—” I began, only for her to have her hand raised.

“Don’t worry about it, I understand.,” She clasped her hands together.

When Mom does that, it usually means I’m about to get scolded for having too many sweets.

“I just worry for you, Uriel.” Alana went to the nightstand table, picking up Loki’s book. She chuckled and put it down with a slam. “You haven’t been down here long, but woman-to-woman, I figured I should let you know some things before you make it official with your mate, Lucifer.”

I tilted my head in confusion.He was my mate, and I was his. How much more official can you be?

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

Alana only chuckled, swiping her claw down Loki’s bed. “Oh, you wouldn’t, dear, since you have been kept in the dark for so long. But that isn’t what I am here to talk to you about.” Shaking her head, she took a seat beside Loki’s bed—the same chair I used when I read to Loki.

I didn’t like it, that wasmynew chair. Folding my arms, I let out a heated breath as I waited for Alana to continue.

I have to be nice. I did take her job. She is only trying to help.

“I need to tell you about Lucifer’s ways, woman-to-woman,” she cooed. “I would hope someone would show me the same favor with my mate.”

“Lucifer’s ways?” I questioned. “I know he is the God of Destruction, and he has”—I gulped, trying not to think of the terrible things he could have possibly done—“done things.” Alana sat back in the seat, her long black nails scratching the fabric. I gritted my teeth, resenting her messing up my new chair.

“I mean, his ways with women he’s had.” My head perked up.

Did Luci have a girl that was his friend before me?

“What do you mean?” I whimpered at that thought.

“You see, he has had many conquests before you. He has had many women in his bed.”

Luci shares his bed with other women? Like a sleepover?

My chest began to hurt; I rubbed it as she spoke. She continued to tell elaborate stories: of women sneaking into his bedroom, how he kissed and touched other women before me, how he didn’t care about the bond. My chest heated, my fingers almost piercing into my skin, trying to relieve the pain.

Lies. She’s lying.

“You lie.” I interrupted her as she was talking about the supposed concubines that warmed his bed.

Apparently, warming a bed was a lot of work because he supposedly had three or four at a time, but my chest hurt at that too. They didn’t warm his bed. Maybe I can get him a heated blanket for Christmas so I can warm his bed.

“Excuse me?” She raised a brow, sitting up in her seat.

“You’re lying.” I stepped forward, no longer clutching my chest. “Lying is a bad thing. You are not an innocent person, Alana. You are a really evil demon.” My eyes bore into her chest—not to look at the large cleavage from her super tight undergarments, but to look at her heart.

There was no remorse in her like there was in Zeus, and I felt no warmth as my hand reached out to touch the top of hers.

For a demon with red skin, who was able to withstand the fiery atmosphere of the Underworld, I expected her skin to feel warm, but it wasn’t. It was icy, like her heart.

She was a really bad person.

I stepped away, taking my hand away from her. Black dust soiled my fingers where I touched her with my fingertips.

Then that was when I realized: I didn’t get my dessert.

Chapter 26

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