Page 61 of The Professor (Seven Sins MC 5)

“Good,” he said, nodding. “Have you slept?” he asked.

“Ah, here and there. Not a lot. But enough, I guess. Why?”

“I have to go see a warlock today. Figured if you were rested, you could come along.”

“To see… a warlock?” I asked, looking at my empty glass, wondering if I needed another glass to keep my cool with all this information that was coming at me hard and fast.

“Yes.”

“About all of the god stuff?” I asked.

“That, yeah. And also about my brother.”

“What about your brother?”

“He’s missing,” Bael said.

“He’s… missing? He’s missing, and you’re not freaking out about it?”

“Well, he’s a demon. He’s immortal. So no matter where he is, he’s alive.”

“But he could be hurt, right?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “What are you doing?” he asked as I got up, only swaying a little bit as I did so.

“Getting up so we can go see a warlock about a demon,” I told him, then let out a strange, girlish laugh.

“That whiskey is kicking in, huh?” he asked, and there was a warmth in his eyes that I liked seeing there a bit too much.

It wasn’t the same kind of heat that came along with being intimate. It was softer than that. Something more like affection than attraction.

“Maybe a little,” I told him.

“I can tell you’re lying,” he said, smirking.

“Are your demon senses tingling?” I asked, feeling warm and tingly myself. “Can you read my mind?”

“No. I can just sense things with you. Like dull sensations of what you are feeling. Like how I knew you were thinking about my cock when Dale mentioned it. Buried deep inside of you while your pussy spasmed around it.”

“Bael.” His name exhaled out of me, needy and pleading at the same time. But I couldn’t tell if I was pleading with him to stop, or to take me up to his room and reenact what he’d just said.

“You’re drunk,” he said, his hand moving out to trace across my heated cheek.

But the way he said it said that… if I wasn’t drunk…

“Come on,” he said, reaching out to place a hand at my hip. “Let’s go see Arick.”

And just like that, we were off to see a warlock about a demon.

Which was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever thought.

But, it seemed, I was going to need to redefine what was and what was not ridiculous.

Because I was pretty sure I was just a little bit falling for a demon.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Bael

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