Page 109 of Broken Shadows

Honestly, I think Lucifer is so relieved and happy to have his sons all back in one place.

I hold an earring in each palm as I stand before the oval mirror above the dresser, watching with fascination and complete acceptance as my darkness bleeds over my brown irises. The once feared evil version of myself stares back.

If Lorcan never forced my magic to the surface, I shudder to think what I would have become.

I infuse the plethora of emotions running through my mind into my soul and focus entirely on the center of my magic.

My death magic stirs first, with no breath of hesitation or pause, swirling from my chest and hovers in the air before me. A soft smile curls my lips as I gaze at it slowly revolving in the air through my reflection. I blink as my shadows stream out next, dancing playfully around my death magic as if trying to provoke it enough to give chase.

I giggle, shaking my head. It still annoys me that I have no idea what was discussed during that conversation Lorcan had with my magic. I make a mental note to bring it up another time.

I snort, like he could tell my magic what to do. It's more like it craves his attention just as much as I do. We don't need it, but we want it.

Shadows split and dart between my hands, swirling circles around them before speeding back to my death magic, moving behind it and trying to push it toward my hands as if it’s impatient. My death magic willingly soaks into my closed palms.

A soft, eerie glow surrounds my hands as my dark magic heats the silver earrings and melts them into puddles, a sliver of death magic protecting my palms from injury. Shadows squirm into the cracks between my fingers, prying them up one by one as if it wants a front-row seat to the show.

I tilt my head. Huh, my magic usually isn't this playful… I wonder if it has to do with the fact that this is a gift for my demon.

A pulse of hopefulness lined with arousal heats my blood and balloons my heart.

I will my death magic to form the ten-gauge jewelry I need. My shadows vibrate on the outskirts of my death magic as they form the first of two cylindrical bars with interior threading at each end, then creates four small silver balls with one spoke each to seal the jewelry in his skin.

My death magic hums as shadows leap towards the jewelry, then my black eyes widen as they add embellishments to the jewelry. Shadows form thin horizontal stripes of obsidian, so light that I squint to see them properly. The magic moves onto the securing balls and twirls more. A decorative starburst grows from the top center point to where it connects inside the jewelry on each ball.

Light surges softly from my death magic, the shadows not imbued in the silver pull back, allowing my death magic to coat the barbells once more with a glowing light. Something warm and satisfying curls behind my ribs as my magic works to permanently seal in my essence and the reality of who I truly am into the jewelry.

I am a dark witch seeking to mark and claim her demon.

My shadows swirl lazily around my death magic as I call it back into my body.

It's done.

I throw the last pillow onto the stack piled on the dresser and look up as Lorcan stalks into our chambers, a glower twisting his features.

“Evangeline is still holding it together, apparently. Although she left the ballroom angry, so there is that.” Lorcan rubs his temples and presses a kiss to my lips. “We’ll get her to do something in front of my dad, though. It just might take more time.”

“I have an idea that might help take your mind off everything.”

Lorcan tosses his mask aside and arches a brow in response.

“Do you want to play?”

My heart leaps as he embraces me. “I always want to play with you, Baby Girl.”

“Interested?”

Lorcan laughs. “Of course, but what about the bat? I’m sure Fluffy Fucker won’t appreciate us going at it. Where is he?” He peers around the top of the wardrobe.

“He’s in Rosa’s room. I wanted to make sure we were alone for this.” I step out of his hold, folding my arms over my chest. “Good. We’re going to do this properly. Understand?”

Lorcan growls low, and I admire the growing bulge behind his fly. “Yes, Mistress.”

I gasp and clench my thighs together.

Fuck. He did not just call me that. Might as well roll with it.

I swallow. “And you will only address me as Mistress. Take off all your clothes, climb onto the bed, then sit back against the headboard.”

---