The waitress chose that moment to come up to their table and slide the bill toward Asmodeus. "Do you need any boxes?"
"No, I think we're good. Thank you." Brianna put her napkin on the table, feeling sick to her stomach. Sometimes Asmodeus seemed so normal, at other times his intensity knew no bounds.
Brianna cleared her throat. "So, do we go to the beach or do we head back?"
"Why wouldn't we go to the beach?" he asked, placing cash in the leather pouch for the bill.
Duh. "Because we're being blatantly followed by angels that have been sent to apprehend us…you, I mean."
Asmodeus didn't miss her slip up, though he quickly masked his surprise. He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm not going to let them interfere with the first date I've ever been on. What kind of man would I be if I let them ruin our night?"
Was he serious? "Yeah, but—"
"Do you want to go to the beach or not?"
His apparent ease with the situation unsettled her. "Well, I'd like to live through the night, for one."
"You're with me. Don't worry about them."
She wished she had as much confidence as he did, considering the precarious situation they faced. It was as though he dared them to try something. "I guess we can go to the beach if you think it's safe."
He stood and held his hand out. "Don't let them worry you any longer. Leave the worrying up to me."
"You're showing no signs of worry at all," she said, taking his hand and scooting out of the booth.
"I'll let you know if we need to worry. Right now there is no need." As if to prove his point, he turned to the angel sitting in the booth and waved. The angel didn't look pleased. In fact, he had a decidedly agitated look on his face.
Asmodeus laughed.
They walked out of Tony's, her hand in his, and she had the distinct feeling the angels would not follow them.
When she slid into the passenger seat of Naberius's Saab she turned around to look in the window of the restaurant.
The angel was gone.
She scanned the street for the other. He was gone as well.
"Where did they go?"
His arm brushed hers when he leaned back to check for other cars as he backed up. "Couldn't care less."
Either he was crazy or he was absolutely confident in his abilities against the angels. She was betting crazy.
When he came to the edge of the parking lot he turned to her with a smile. "Which way to the sand, sweetheart?"
Yep, he was most definitely crazy.
Chapter Thirteen
"I never learn my lessons with humans."
Leviathan surveyed the living room in Kelly's house one last time. He had gone back to check on her to make certain she was studying the aspect of bonding. Either she had vacated of her own free will, or Asmodeus had taken her and the Demonic Book of Spells. Whatever the case, the bitch was currently using a spell to keep him from locating her whereabouts, of that he was certain.
Dumb move on her part. When he eventually found her—and he would—he'd make her beg for mercy. Begging for compassion from someone who contained none would not get her very far.
"Let's go, Dog."
His black lab came trotting out of Kelly's bedroom. She stopped in the middle of Kelly's living room and pissed on the floor.
He knew he liked that dog for a reason.
"Good girl." He turned to leave the room, unsatisfied with his findings. Dog finished her business and thumped over to his side. He bent down and scratched her head.
As he walked out of Kelly's house he felt a tingling sensation from the ward she had put up. Silly girl. He was a demon from the first fall with Lucifer. Not remotely a part of the lustful idiots who had fallen with Asmodeus. Those dumbasses had been apprehended within years of their fall. Not so with Lucifer's demons.
Lucifer. The prick. That man was psychotic. Being on Luc's shitlist wasn't somewhere you wanted to be. Unfortunately he was currently at the top of that list, and if he didn't do something that pleased the schizo soon he was going to get killed.
Unless, of course, he attained the powers from the witch.
He opened the door to his Ford F-350. Dog jumped up and sat in the passenger seat.
"You piss in here and I'll make a seat cover out of your ass."
Dog whimpered and let her tongue fall out of her mouth.
"No slobbering either."
As he put his sunglasses on, he recalled the time Kelly had asked him why he had named the lab Dog. He had told her to spell Dog backwards.
She'd seemed adequately appalled.
His other dogs had been appropriately named Michael, Raphael, Uriel and Gabriel, after the four Holy Watchers. At Christmas he took pictures of the dogs with antlers on and sent them to the angels. Strange, he'd never received a card in return.