Page 9 of Prince of Ruin
“So,” Sera murmured, trailing her fingers along the wallpaper as she circled the room. “He wants me naked except for the wings, and on my knees.”
“On it.”
She could almost sense Tay’s fingers on the keyboard.
“Maybe we should give him a real display.” Sera turned back to her handbag, and bent over in front of it, reaching for her lipstick. She painted her mouth in her reflection in the tiny mirror, and then dumped both on the sofa.
“Three seconds,” Tay muttered.
Sera straightened and toyed with the tiny sword pendant hanging around her neck. The cloaking spell within it shimmered to life, but she didn’t activate it entirely. Not just yet.
The lipstick melted in its tube.
A little gush of bright red slag spread across the sofa as the spell embedded in it activated.
“Two.”
The mirror went blank.
“One. Freeze.”
Now.
Sera twisted the hilt of the tiny sword pendant and then stilled.
Both of them held their breath.
And then she caught a glimpse of an image in the mirror.
A woman reaching up to unpin her golden curls, shaking them down around her head as she stepped away from where Sera was standing. Two seconds later, the woman’s fingers were on the zip of her corset and she slid it down, inch by tantalizing inch. She shimmied the dress over her hips and stepped out of it, leaving a slick of white lace between her thighs. A set of spectacular breasts eased from their confines, and the woman sighed, cupping them as if it was a relief to get the corset-dress off.
Those breasts were almost a great advertisement for enhancement, but imagine trying to swing a sword with them?
Really, Tay?
She was going to have words with the technowitch after this was done.
“Fuck, I am good.” Tay laughed in her head. “Okay. You’re good to go. Nobody’s watching you. Or, I mean, therealyou. Not the conjured version.”
Sera slipped out of the shoes, and padded toward the door. The wings might be a problem, but there was a limit to what Tayla could make vanish to the camera.
“Okay, I’ve got building schematics right in front of me. Head left. You’re looking for a long gallery. It’s where Azazel keeps his collectibles.”
Sera headed left, listening to Tayla’s directions.
Gallery was the first choice.
She found the double doors leading to it and stared between them. Open. Yeah, right. Demon princes were as trusting as cats walking between a dozen caged Hellhounds. This was morewelcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly….
Come on and take the bait….
Glass cases lined the walls.
Light gleamed on their contents.
A golden suit of armor hung within the first case on her right. Sera’s breath caught as she recognized it. Remiel’s. Well, that answered that question. He’d been missing for years, but nobody had ever truly accounted for him.
There was a scroll of parchment in another case.
