Page 44 of Succubus Sins
“What do you want?” I snapped. “Why are you following me?”
She feigned a hurt expression by plumping out her bottom lip. “I wanted to see my mommy.”
“No,” I said, taking extra effort to make sure my voice didn’t shake. “You aren’t human. I didn’t know what I was bringing into this world, what Silvia really is.”
I could no longer deny what this creature was. This was a Demonspawn. A tremor rattled up my spine as I realized what Silvia must be in order to birth a Demonspawn. Where there are spawn, there are fallen angels.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath. I slept with an angel? No…nothing so awe-inducing. I’d slept with afallenangel.
Just as my Demonspawn daughter was about to make a witty comeback, she recoiled with a hiss as if she were a vampire exposed to sunlight. Not that vampires existed. That’s ridiculous.
With a snarl she fled, the loops of her sleeves flinging with her as she vanished into thin air. I landed my hands on my hips and tilted my head with confusion.
“Your daughter seems lovely,” a smooth voice caressed me from behind.
I swirled and was face-to-face with the object of my desire for the past three months. My eyes bulged and my jaw fell open. “Luke?”
He grinned and his whole face lit up in a way that made me want to grin too. His body was covered this time by a loose shirt, but the ripples of his abs were insinuated as a breeze flirted and tousled his hair. “You know my name,” he said, sounding pleased.
I numbly nodded. “Of course. I’ve been looking all over the country for you.”
For a moment, I just stared at him. His face wasn’t flawless, as I’d expected. There were tiny scars that lined around his eyes and his lips, as if he’d been cut as a child. My fingers went to them of their own accord. “Why have you been running from me?”
“I wasn’t running,” he said, his eyelids lowering. His hand drifted over my fingers. “I visited my mother and then she told me to lead you here. So that’s what I did.” His gaze went distant and wary, staring where my daughter had just been. “Now I see why.”
I blinked a few times. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
He shook his head and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “We shouldn’t talk about it here. Come with me.”
My instincts told me not to trust him, but a rune that had long been cold ignited to life, reminding me that this was one of my four. I could trust him with my life. Sighing, I followed him into the shadow of the church.
Luke took me into the depths of steep halls that bent low into the ground, leading us down into the crypt where I expected creepy skulls and skeletons. It was New York, they liked those kinds of things.
We were stopped by a guard on the way down, but when he saw Luke’s face, he nodded knowingly and let us pass.
“What’s down here?” My voice came out hushed as if we were in a haunted place and I didn’t want to disturb the spirits. It was a church, but it felt like something else altogether. It felt like we’d stepped out of reality and into a whole other realm.
Luke had no such apprehensions and his voice boomed, echoing down the corridor which looked suspiciously modern. “We’re on holy ground,” he said as if he’d invented the place himself and spread his arms wide.
I stifled a giggle and found myself already liking him. “Is that so?”
He nodded matter-of-factly and led me to a steel door which also looked terribly modern and ruined the creepy, ancient vibe of the place I was jiving with. “Didn’t you see how demon-chick couldn’t come inside?”
I narrowed my gaze. “Sure. But I also saw her run in terror when she sawyou.” A hint of distrust found its way into my voice. “Why was that?”
He shrugged as if women ran in absolute terror from him all the time. “Beats me.” Without another word, he turned to the pad next to the door and pressed his thumb against it. The door unlatched and eased open with a hiss as if the room had been pressurized.
“Where the hell are we?” I demanded and resisted against his tug to pull me inside.
He gave me a sideways grin. “It’s much easier if I just show you.”
Curiosity battled with fear of the unknown. It hit me that no one knew where I was. I hadn’t brought my phone. I was underground with my supposed soulmate, trapped inside because my Demonspawn daughter could be waiting to rip my throat out if I tried to leave, and now I was about to walk into a pressurized “holy” room with who knows what the hell else trapped inside.
Curiosity won and I found my feet echoing Luke’s steps into the room which smelled like honey and roses.
Angelstone
Sonya
