Demons Prefer Blondes (Demons Unleashed #1)(94)

Tool, indeed.

Lamia continued her conversation. “There’s a slight delay.”

Slight delay, my ass.

Peering over the car seat and out the cracked windshield, Lucy attempted to survey the damage. Steam rolled from beneath the hood as the car creaked, clanked, and shuddered. The passenger side door dangled precariously, allowing cold gusts of air to hit her face. Shock had clearly hit.

“Your bride managed to get us in an accident.” Lamia scraped her clawed fingers through her blood red curls. “Is this worth it, my prince?”

Lucy chuckled to herself. Lamia, for as much as she claimed to be all for her own glory, she had herself firmly wrapped around Belial’s golden finger.

“I’m sorry, Prince. It shall not happen again.” She pushed open the door and lumbered out of the car. “I’d rather discuss this with you in private. She’s a handful.” With that, she slammed the door shut, the mangled hunk of metal moaning in response.

Lucy craned her head to watch Lamia pace next to the car, her claws clenching the phone. Any tighter and they’d be digging inside. She shook her head, mouthing a few unnamed curse words. With a sharp twist, she turned back toward the car, her glowing red glare boring into her. Lucy returned her glare with one of her own. Nope. She wasn’t shaking in her boots. There was too much at stake.

Cramming her phone into the pocket of the black skinny jeans that clung to her every snakelike curve, she flung the door open. “Get out, bitch. We’re going to Hell after all.”

“I’m sure you are.” Lucy flashed a toothy grin. “And I’m going to enjoy sending you there.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” With that, Lamia grabbed her by the collar of her coat and yanked her from the car. “Have you ever traveled?”

Lucy shrugged, a tiny smirk spreading across her face. “Nope. I never learned. I’m afraid you’re out of luck.”

“Oh, I have plenty of luck, Lucy.” Crimson lips spread into a wide smirk, she snapped her fingers.

With a soft gasp, Larissa jerked her head up. Scratching her head, she squinted. “Wha… What happened?”

“Stupid bitch got us in a car accident.” She narrowed her gaze and gave Lucy a searing hiss. “We have to travel now.”

Rubbing her eyes, Larissa let out a long drawn out yawn. “How’d that happen?”

“Never mind that,” Lamia barked. “Get the hell out of the car.”

With a quick jolt, Larissa reached for the door handle and pulled. Yanking and jerking the handle, she grumbled beneath her breath. “Bloody hell. The door’s stuck.” Pushing and pulling, she fought the crumpled scrap of metal.

“Incompetent!” Lamia growled. “Can’t you do anything right?”

With a soft yelp, Larissa flinched, her rosy red lips forming a tiny pout. “Yes,” she mumbled, exhaustion and frustration creasing her brow. If she hadn’t been such a bitch, Lucy might have felt sorry for her.

But beneath that beauty and grace lay a monster. A vicious heartless monster who’d hurt someone she loved. A wound she’d let fester for over two hundred years. If it weren’t for the cuffs, she’d give her three hundred years of wounds. Unfortunately, even that wouldn’t be enough to make up for the abuse she’d put Rafe through.

With a groan, Larissa heaved herself over the gearshift and plopped down into the driver’s seat. Swinging to the side, she pushed herself out of the car. “Are we close enough?”

“At this point, I don’t f*cking care.” Lamia growled out. Her talons gripping into Lucy’s shoulder blades, she yanked her to her. Her forked tongue lashing out, she hissed. “Either way, she dies.” She leaned in close, her cold, lifeless breath crawling against her skin. “Yes, you’ll die, and it’ll bring me much pleasure.”

Adrenaline pounded through Lucy. “What did I ever do to you?”

Lamia jerked her head to meet her red-rimmed glare. “You were born.”

“Don’t blame me for that.”

“If you weren’t born I’d be the Sexubi Queen.” Larissa sauntered to stand next to her mistress, her true self shining through. Pristine pale skin swirled and molded into green scales. Spiked tale whipping back and forth, her pupils narrowed to tiny slits.

“Instead, you’re the Lizard Queen. Sucks to be you, huh?”

Lamia grumbled, her other hand literally snaking out to stroke Larissa’s scaly cheek. “Now, now. You remember our plan, my dear.”

Larissa’s gaze shifted to the ground. “Yes, mistress. I remember.”

Lamia’s lips slithered into a sly smile. “Good.”

“So what was your plan?” Lucy asked, cocking her head to the side.

Lamia’s tail slithered and twined around her leg. “We were going to kill your father so I could take over the kingdom.”

“But daddy fell in love and ruined all your little plans.” She let out a low chuckle. “Score one for love.”

Larissa snorted, shaking her green scaly head. “Love doesn’t exist, right, mistress?”

“That’s the human in her.” Her other snakelike hand traced through Lucy’s hair and down her cheek. Anger and revulsion reared their ugly head. She bit her tongue.

“Oh yes it does,” she managed. “And it’s love that’ll kick your asses.”