Date With Death (Welcome To Hell) by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online Page B

humans. He picked up his speed and ran with her cradled in his arms, his legs swiftly eating up the few yards left to her apartment. He charged up the stairs and zipped down the hall to her apartment door.
    He ran into a dilemma , though; her place was locked. It occurred to him that he could quite easily kick her door in, but not only would that possibly alert her neighbors, he didn’t think Marigold would appreciate it. Although, I’d like to know when I started caring about what a woman thinks. Then again, as his cock reminded him, a happy woman was easier to get naked.
    Kneeling, he balanced Marigold on one knee while he dug her key out of her little clutch purse still attached to a loop on her pants. He unlocked and opened the door before standing back up with her and going in. The door thumped as he kicked it shut behind him. He headed with the still unconscious Marigold to her bedroom. He just wished his first visit to her room could have been for other reason s— unclothed, sweaty ones.
    Mictain walked into the pink nightmare for the second time that night and fought not to recoil. It hadn’t improved in his absence. For a witch with a saucy sense of humor, her room was awfully girly. From the light pink walls to the darker comforter, everything was in shades of rose with the white furniture providing the only contrasting color. Hoping it wouldn’t affect his masculinity, he placed her gently on her bed, then scratched his balls in an effort to combat the cloying femininity surrounding him.
    Manliness reaffirmed, he knelt beside her on the bed and checked her pulse. A strong beat met his fingertips, reassuring him somewhat. He palpated her head until he found the goose egg on her scalp. She’d have a definite headache when she woke. He went to her kitchen and came back with a bag of frozen peas. He sat on the bed and lifted her on his lap before pressing the cold vegetable compress against her injury.
    She didn’t react. She lay still and it worried him.
    “She’s not going to die,” said Satan, his voice sounding a few seconds before the scent of brimstone hit Mictain’s nose.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “I got your present, thank you very much. Stupid demon. I gave him to her father to play with. There’s one house that needs some ear plugs with all the screaming that’s going on in the dungeon.” Lucifer chuckled. “How come you’re with the witch anyhow? Didn’t you get my message saying I didn’t need that information any more?”
    “I did.”
    “And?”
    “I decided to earn some brownie points disobeying a direct order.”
    For a moment, Lucifer appeared stymied. Then steam curled from his nose. “Defiance is only acceptable in other people’s minions. I expect perfect obedience from mine.”
    “Oops. My bad. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got a witch to attend to.”
    “No , you don’t. As I said, she won’t die.”
    “Then it won’t hurt if I stay and tend her.”
    “Oh it might. I didn’t just come here to tell you that. I actually came on her father’s behalf. He wants to know what the fuck your intentions are toward his daughter.”
    Intentions? Fuck if he knew. He’d not thought much past punishing the offending demon and then caring for her, healing her so he could without guilt peel off her clothes and claim her body with his. Probably not the answer he should go with. “Tell her father to ask me himself. Or better yet, tell me who he is and I’ll tell him myself.”
    Lucifer grinned. “Nice try. I’m not going to give that bit of knowledge away that easily. But seriously, you never did answer me. Why are you back here with the chit? I told you I didn’t need any info and she’s off the soul claiming roster.”
    “Did it ever occur to you that what I do is none of your business?”
    “No.”
    Despite his evil ways, Lucifer did have an odd sense of honesty. Mictain restrained a smile. “She intrigues me. You of all people should know how rare that can