Page 108 of Lust

“Stop it.” Gabriel and her tablet leapt between the two of them. “There will be no weapon drawing. In fact, it’s article twelve subsection A of the treaty.” She tapped on her screen. “The drawing of weapons—provoked or otherwise—will be regarded as an act of war and responded to accordingly.”

Chris smirked at Wrath. “What about willfully hiding a Nephilim?”

Gabriel’s porcelain brow creased in a delicate frown. “There is no mention in the treaty of Nephilim.”

“Because they’re not supposed to exist.” Michael sneered.

Yep, hot as fuck but a total asshole. One out of five stars for Archangel Michael, Eddie would not recommend. She spread her arms and tried to mimic his sneer. “And yet, here I stand.”

“There you stand.” Gabriel sighed and massaged the spot between her eyes. “There really is no precedent for this.”

Lucifer sprawled, legs stretched out in front of him on one of the couches. He winked at Eddie. “Hello, sweetness. We meet again.”

“You knew about the Nephilim?” Gabriel swung her arctic blue eyes on him. “And you did not report her to Rafael.” She tapped at her screen. “You are well aware of the necessity of princes and angels sharing pertinent information.”

Lucifer grinned at Gabriel. “Did I mention how fabulous your ass looks in that skirt.”

Her ass did look amazing, but Eddie still glared at him on behalf of objectified women everywhere.

“My ass always looks fabulous,” Gabriel said without missing a beat. “Which does not address your negligence.”

“Would we call it negligence?” Lucifer pursed his bow-shaped lips. “I only discovered I had a niece this morning.”

Wrath stomped over and kicked his legs. “She’s nothing to you.”

“Beg to differ.” Lucifer yawned. “As much as I would rather change it, you are my brother, and that would make sweetness my niece.”

Eddie was not a fan of the sweetness thing, and as much as she wanted to deny it, if Lucifer was Wrath’s brother, then that did make him her uncle. Ugh! How was this her life now?

“Go near her, and I will—”

“End me.” Lucifer crossed one ankle over the other. “You seem to be trying to end a lot of us at the moment.”

“Indeed.” Ramiel stood with his shoulders propped on the wall. “You will need to answer for your attack on Asmodeus, Satan.”

“Satan?” Eddie turned to stare first at Wrath and then Lucifer.

“Common misconception.” Shade’s warm breath stroked the side of her neck. “Two different princes, twins. Lucifer rather likes it that everyone thinks they’re one and the same.” He pulled a face. “Wrath, not so much.” He put his hand on her waist and drew her closer to him. “Best to stand out of the firing line.”

His hard body pressed against her back and Eddie resisted the urge to lean into his strength. The smell of him surrounded her and made her want to melt into him. His advice, however, made sense, and she stayed where she was.

A pretty brunette with honey-toned skin and huge green eyes emerged from behind Ramiel. “I’m sure Satan has a good explanation.”

Wrath looked at her and smiled. “Hi, Haziel. It’s been a while.”

“Hi, Wrath.” She twinkled at him. “Too long.” She turned her lovely smile on Eddie. “I like your daughter. She’s very pretty, and she seems nice.”

“She’s magnificent.” Wrath’s chest expanded. “And she fights like a berserker.”

“She fights?” Michael’s gray eyes grew a tad less hostile. “Is she any good?”

“What do you think?” If anything, Wrath’s chest got even broader. “She is of my bloodline.”

“She needs to die,” Chris said.

Shade moved so fast, Eddie didn’t even see him until he had Fellows pinned against the wall by the throat. “You will not touch her.”

The other guardians drew their weapons. Wings flared, eating up what little space there was. Weapons appeared like measles around the room.

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