Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(87)
With that, the car bounced over a huge pothole, sending Lucy’s head crashing into the ceiling. Rubbing her head, she growled.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To Hell, of course.”
“Hell? I wasn’t a geography major, but isn’t Hell a little further south?”
Lamia threw out a low chuckle. “Unfortunately, we don’t have the power to make that journey.”
“I’m confused. You just said we were going to Hell. And now we’re not. Make up your mind, lady.”
Larissa turned her über-gorgeous head and smirked. “Oh, we’re going to Hell, all right. Hell, Michigan.”
Hell, Michigan? Oh please. These bitches would be unpleasantly surprised when they got there.
Lucy flashed a secret smile. “I hate to break it to you… umm… ladies, but the only thing Hell, Michigan, and your Hell have in common is the name.” Unless ice cream parlors with cheesy lounge singers were demonic. Then again she, herself, was demonic and didn’t know it.
“So you’ve been there?” Lamia’s eyes sparked demonically.
Time to play with these bloodsucking bitches. “Yeah. But be careful. You sneeze and you’ll end up in Heaven instead.”
Larissa reached across the seat and slapped Lucy’s face, sending her flying backward. “Not funny. You forget. I’ve been there too. And we’ve confirmed it’s the perfect place for the ceremony.”
Lamia grabbed Larissa’s hand, her grip firm, dimpling into her servant’s skin. “You’ve said enough.” She loosened her hold and traced her finger against Larissa’s lips. “Ahh, silence. If only I could do the same to you.”
“And why can’t you?”
“Cocky little bitch. That’ll get you killed, you know.”
“Whatever. So what’s this ceremony Belial is putting together? Has he decided to have his bris?” If only they could be that fortunate. She heard it hurt like hell. “I’d be more than happy to do the honors. I’m pretty good with a scalpel.”
“If your skills are as sharp as your tongue, I don’t doubt that one bit.”
With a shrug, Lucy craned her neck to check the highway mile marker. Ugh. Still another hour to go. Lansing’s lights whirled by as she sucked in a deep breath. This wasn’t a dream. It was real. She needed Rafe. Even though they just met, they had a connection. Aw heck, it was more than a connection. She loved him. And now he was lying on her floor in a pool of blood and she couldn’t do anything to help him. Teeth clenched and hands fisted, she struggled to remain calm. Tongue between teeth, lips pursed, she let the gnawing pain combat the anger that boiled and flamed inside.
“And to answer your question, it’s a wedding ceremony.”
Glancing up at the star speckled sky, she shook her head. “Wow, that’s surprising.”
“Most women, human and demon alike, would jump at the chance to become Belial’s wife. He’s one of Hell’s strongest princes.”
With a wrinkle of her nose, she recalled her one run-in with the wannabe prince of darkness. “If they can get over the stench of cinnamon and rotten eggs. It smells like someone cut a huge one and tried covering it with cheap air freshener.”
A steaming hiss erupted from Lamia’s mouth. “I should’ve known.”
Boo yeah! She found a kink in their plans. She mentally steepled her fingers with devilish delight. “That your boss smells like a rotten cinnamon roll?”
“Very funny. He’s spent most his life in the bowels of Hell. When I say bowels, I mean bowels. If you can smell him, you’ve been blessed. Damn Lilu!”
“Gotta love Dad.” Lucy smiled triumphantly.
Lamia turned her head, her sneer burning. “Just a minor setback, my dear. So stop gloating.”
She chose to ignore. “I’m blessed! I’m blessed. Lord help me, I’m blessed.” Maybe if she annoyed the witch long enough she would kick her to the curb and leave her on side the road in some boondock town.
“What has been blessed can be unblessed.” Lamia’s mouth curved into a snide smirk. “We’ll need just a few more items.”
With that, she pulled out a red-and-black striped iPhone and punched a button. The red matched the rims of her eyes way too perfectly. Holy cow, these Infernati and their minions went all out where communication was concerned. An annoying beep emitted from her phone. “Blast it. The battery’s going dead.”
“Even demons are slaves to technology, eh?”
“Whatever,” Lamia muttered, fidgeting with the charging cord. “Another minor setback. And I can make calls and charge at the same time.”
With a triumphant, in your face smile, she mashed her finger to the phone. “Ooh, it’s ringing.”
“Yippee!” Lucy twisted her arms behind her back. Surely there had to be a way break free from these stupid cuffs. She was the princess of the Sexubi, after all. There had to be more than just kung fu and Latin translation. Not that those were bad skills to possess.
“Would you like me to put the speakerphone on?”
“Nah, it’s cool,” Lucy said, leaning back into the stiff seat. “Belial and I started out on the wrong foot.” And they would stay on that wrong foot too.