Page 85 of Revelations

By that point, she hoped that Lucifer wanted Olivier dealt with more than he was willing to risk a prophecy apocalypse by killing her again.

His lips pursed as he eyed her intently. Finally, he smiled and nodded. “My dear, you have a deal. However, there are a few stipulations and codicils I insist upon.”

The evilest smile crept up his face, tarnishing his perfect features. Repulsion forced Greylyn to step back.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less when dealing with the Devil.”

Unease tugged at her heart, but elation also bloomed as realization struck. She would succeed in destroying Olivier and thwarting the prophecy so that Kelly and her family could live their lives in peace; even if she had to work with Satan to do it. Well, no plan was ever flawless. She had been working with a dark guardian. Why not go all the way to the top?

Neither Heaven nor Hell wanted the prophecy to take place. She suspected both sides had taken action in the past to stop it by killing off the Nephilim line, including herself. Now, if she could turn both sides from being against her to helping her…well, that would certainly be a huge coup. Yes, this plan just might work.

With her right hand outstretched toward him, he took it and squeezed firmly while limply shaking it up and down. He added with a grin, “You do know it takes more than a handshake to seal a deal with me?”

Scowling, Greylyn dared to ask, “You’re not going to slice my hand open and mix my blood with yours, are you? I have to say that stung quite a bit when your brother did it. And the scar didn’t fade.”

She glanced down at her palm. A clear white line marred her soft skin. Back in DC, she had feared that Jasper would notice; luckily, he had not. How could sheexplain a scar when she had healing abilities that made them impossible to maintain?

“Oh, no. For you, I have something much more pleasant in mind.”

Uh oh! I don’t have to sleep with him, do I?

No surprise, he read her mind. “No, dear, unless you would prefer that method.”

Black beady eyes roamed up and down her body while his tongue shot out to lick his lower lip. A wave of nausea hit Greylyn so hard that she nearly vomited.

When she shook her head in the negative, he melodramatically rolled his eyes. “Okay, then. But it’s your loss.”

A second later, strong arms pulled her to him in a tight embrace. The heat from his body burned. Whatever passed for his heart thundered against his chest and reverberated through her own body. A firm finger tilted her chin upward. With their eyes locked on each other, Greylyn saw the flames reflected there. Every immoral feeling ever experienced by mankind was mirrored in Lucifer’s obsidian eyes, including wanton lust. For a split second, she pulled back. Ultimately, she was unable to resist as he captured her unto himself with a swift and firm tug.

Fervent desire scorched her trembling lips. Greylyn never imagined what kissing Lucifer would feel like. Any creative, erotic dreams would have failed to prepare her for this moment. No romance novel could adequately capture it. There was an initial tenderness as full lips pressed against her own, but it quickly gave way to something more primal as her mouth was pried open by his forceful tongue. He deepened the kiss, as his tongue toyed with hers and he pulled her to him in a lock hold. The intense heat of his body against hers was nothing, a flicker of sunshine against the white sands of a faraway beach, compared to the penetrating, scorching energy that flowed from him and into her.

She recognized that it was not exactly desire that stirred within her. It was darker, dirtier than that. A part of her felt sullied by the intimate contact, while the other part longed to allow him to take her further.

Then a slow, but steady energy loss took over. Something deep within her slipped away. Energy fled her body and into him like ocean waves being tugged out to sea by the invisible power of the moon.

Ouch! What the hell!

Jerking back from Lucifer’s embrace, Greylyn realized that he hadbitten her lip. Quite deeply, too, as blood oozed down her chin and her lip throbbed in agony. This was not a love bite. Hell, it was just as deep as if he hadused a Japanese steak knife to cut her.

“What the hell was that about?” she demanded while pinching the jagged edges of the gash together with her fingers.

Licking her blood from his own lips, he grinned with satisfaction; a glimmer of red stained his perfect white teeth. “So sweet. Just as I imagined.”

“I repeat…what the bloody hell?” Her lower lip pulsed in pain and she felt it swelling from the injury. Pissed, Greylyn stomped around in a circle as if movement would ease her suffering.

With an amused chuckle, he drew out a fancy silk pocket handkerchief and passed it to her. Grabbing it, she pressed it to her mouth to stanch the flow of blood. The material was soft. A pungent, semi-sweet fragrance, like dark chocolate with a splash of black cherry liquor, emanated from it.

“Let us simply say that I was curious. I have never tasted the soul of a Nephilim, much less a guardian angel. The temptation was too great for me to resist.”

Too shocked to utter a retort, Greylyn stood there with her mouth gaping open, holding his handkerchief to her lip. He stared back at her with a joyful, smug expression.

With lightning speed, he grasped her chin in a firm hold to force her to look him in the eyes. “Quite extraordinary. The way your eyes transform from a deep emerald forest to a raging sapphire sea…it is intoxicating to watch.”

She jerked her chin from his grip.

In a dismissive tone, Lucifer continued, “Now, back to our business arrangement. I hold a piece of you within me forever. That little snippet of your soul stays right here.”

He patted the place where his heart should be, but she knew that he did not have one.

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