Page 4 of Hell Fae King
Melek,I hissed in my mind.
Nothing.
I closed my eyes.Ajax?
Cami,he replied.Are you all right?
I…I swallowed, opening my eyes to glance at the Hell Fae King again. He had pulled up a screen, his focus seeming to be on the words scrolling across it.Is he reading a newspaper?
What?Ajax asked.
I shook my head.Sorry, Lucifer is… I think he’s reading… Never mind. Where are you?
At Zenaida’s with Shade and Zakkai,he muttered, causing my brow to furrow.
Is everything okay?
I believe I asked you something like that first,he drawled.But yes, everything’s fine. Just… negotiating.
I nearly asked what he was negotiating when Lucifer said, “Do you need help with that robe, Miss De la Croix?”
My eyes squinted closed again. “N-no,” I told him, hating that I actually probably did need help since my body seemed to be incapable of moving.
I just slept with the Hell Fae King’s mate.Oh, I’d done more than that. I’dmatedMelek. Typhos Lucifer already hated me. And I’d just given him fuel to hate me more.
Which one?Ajax asked, causing me to frown.Az or Melek? Actually, don’t answer that. I’m pretty sure you meant Melek since Az is off meeting with Maliki.
Maliki?I repeated.Who’s Maliki?
His half brother.
Oh.Did I know that? Maybe. I couldn’t?—
“Miss De la Croix?” Lucifer’s voice came from right over my head, causing me to stop breathing.
He must have stood up and walked over to the bed while I’d been mentally talking to Ajax.What’s going on?my Midnight Fae mate asked, sounding concerned.You feel… nervous.
I squinted my eyes in frustration, not liking at all how he’d described me. Mostly because it was true. Nervous. Terrified. Still aroused.I’m fine, I gritted out.
You don’t sound fine,he hedged.Where are you?
With Melek and Lucifer.
Well, Iwaswith Melek and Lucifer, anyway. At least until Melek had disappeared.
Do you need me?Ajax asked.
Part of me wanted to say yes. But I didn’t want to pull him away from whatever conversation he was having with Zenaida, Shade, and Zakkai. It was likely important; otherwise, he wouldn’t be there.No, I’m… I’ll be okay. I’m just, as you said, nervous.
Which I hated.
But how was I supposed to?—
A warm touch on my jaw had my eyes flying open. Lucifer stood over me, his brow furrowed and his lips curling down. “You’re terrified of me.”
“I am not terrified,” I ground out, the lie bitter on my tongue. Because I’d literally just used that word to describe myself seconds ago.
Lucifer withdrew his touch. “I’m not going to harm you, Camillia.”
