Page 69 of In the Devil's Shadow

“I told you, we have a very complicated relationship, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t love each other. I still love him, despite everything,” Michael said wistfully, looking into my eyes. I saw the hurt there, and I felt sorry for him. If any of the guys broke up with me it would break my heart. I felt like I’d grown so attached to them, even in the short time we’d known each other.

“He altered a soulbond?” Bash asked incredulously. “That’s permanent magic. Impossible.”

“He’s one of the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Of course, he can,” Michael scoffed. “If I could use it, we would know where he is by now.”

Lightbulb. I stood from the table, opening the door. “OISÍN! Get in here!”

“OISÍN!” Ares copied me. “Treats boy!”

Mal cackled until he saw the confused look on Michael’s face. “Diana’s half-brother Oisín posed as a cat and watched Diana for almost two years. He lived with us at our old house, and we all constantly fed him. You had to be there I guess…”

“I know Oisín, he’s practically a son to me,” Michael said in an impassive tone. “And that sounds like something he would do.” He shook his head, crossing his arms in front of him.

Nothing happened, so I dug into Ares’ pocket, trying to find his pocket knife spear.

“Whoa, Little Goddess, simmer down. I am not letting you jerk me off in front of your dad. That’s where I draw the line.”

“You’re a Greek god, andthat’s where you draw the line…” Michael snarked. “Aren’t your parents siblings? Didn’t you literally fuck your sister…”

“I swear to fucking Zeus, you don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking–”

“Found it!” I screamed as I waved the pocket knife at them all, choosing to ignore the conversation happening at the moment. I pushed the sister-fucking comment out of my mind, making a mental note to ask Ares about that at a later date and time. We had shit to do, and that was a lot to unpack.

I slit my hand open, letting the blood drip to the floor in front of me.

“Diana, what are you doing?” Desmond said, taking the knife from me.

“Oisín! I’m summoning you, brother!” I shouted. “Family emergency!”

A loud crack resounded throughout the room, like a clap of thunder. Oisín appeared on the table, buck-ass naked with his forearms on his thighs. His dick was soaked with…spit?Oh shit, did I interrupt something?He gave each of my guys a profoundly psychotic death glare.

“What did they do?” he accused them as he jumped off the table, striding toward me with a furious look on his face. His eyes winced, and he was walking funny. His hulking muscles looked extra threatening as he cracked his knuckles. The guys sat there, looking at him like he was insane. Mal rolled his eyes, probably trying his hardest not to say something that would stir the pot. They all started mindlinking me at once.

Lucifer’s left nut, what the fuck is in his ass?Mal cackled. He slapped his knee and doubled over, wheezing from a lack of oxygen.

Whoa, whoa whoa, it has a BEJEWELED TAIL?!?!?!Ares shouted as he pointed in Oisín’s direction. Again, volume control, you Greek megaphone. Even mentally, volume matters.

I rubbed my ears, as Desmond’s raspy voice cut through their noise.Didn’t know Oisín liked to play with human toys. Maybe he’ll stop being such a mentally clogged tight-ass now…

They all started roaring with laughter. I thought I knew what they were talking about, but I turned my head, taking a peep anyway. Crammed in a very visible fashion between Oisín’s asscheeks was Priscilla Plugsley, Charlie’s pink butt plug with a tail covered in cotton candy pink crystals. I’d seen it before on his bedside table and asked about it. And unfortunately, this isn’t the first time I’d seen it in action. I really needed to perfect the art of knocking on doors.Hopefully with superhearing, that would no longer be an issue, because I did not want to walk in on my best friend fucking my brother. Or vice versa. And Charlie accusedmeof having Daddy issues…Oisín was way older than most of my guys.

As they all laughed at him, Oisín’s face turned a bright red. “Which one’s throat do I slit first? Michael, what’s happening?”

“I assume Diana summoned you in a moment of…passion…and maybe you weren’t thinking clearly. Look at your body,” Michael calmly instructed, as if he was talking to a toddler on the verge of a meltdown.

Oisín took in his appearance, and clenched his asscheeks. I never thought I’d ever have a brother, let alone an older one. Or that I’d see him clench his pale white asscheeks and scrunch his face and frown in extreme embarrassment. He quickly fixed himself, though, slipping on a mask of confidence and snapping his fingers. He went from naked hoe-rat to wearing jeans, Nike sneakers, and a t-shirt in a flash.

“Calm down, brother, they didn’t do anything to me. I have an idea,” I quickly said, trying to grab the reins on this crazy horse of a situation before I got bucked off and lost focus completely. After explaining what Michael told us about Lucifer blocking their soulbond, Oisín’s eyes lit up.

“You want to see if we can reverse engineer the magic on Michael’s end and unblock their soulbond?” he guessed.

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Can we do it?”

“In theory, yes. If we get a high enough power signature behind us. You, me, and Michael have a deeper connection with Lucifer, so that could bend the magic in our favor,” he speculated.

“Okay, let’s try it,” Michael said. “Mal, could you move the furniture?” he directed.

Mal teleported the furniture away, and we all corralled into a circle, holding hands on instinct.

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