Ironically Mister Rogers won the next two hands, and that’s when that slut Lust made her move.
“Daddy,” she purred. “I have a bit of a headache. Would you excuse me for a bit? I promise to be back.”
“Of course,” Satan said absently as he examined his cards.
Lust stood slowly and stretched. Every eye in the room except her father’s was on her. She ran her hands down her body, spending a little extra time on her boobies. The guards were almost salivating and poor Mister Rogers looked like he might pass out. Ethan watched her in the same detached way I did and it was clear she didn’t like that one bit. As she sauntered past the table she ran her hands over Ethan’s shoulders and tangled them into his hair. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck. He roughly shoved her away as her sisters laughed. She hissed her displeasure and left the room in a huff.#p#分页标题#e#
Satan glanced up from his cards, having missed the exchange. He looked curiously at Cole, who gave him the ‘everything’s okay’ look and he went back to his cards. Cole might think everything was okay, but I did not. It was time for the bitch to pay.
“I’ll be right back,” I muttered and quickly made my way to the door. Wrath smiled viciously. Shit, she wanted me to go kick her sister’s ass. Well, I hate to disappoint so I gave her a curt nod and left.
“Astrid,” Ethan said tersely. “Do not do anything stupid.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I got it covered.”
Chapter 18
Son of a bitch, where did she go? I scanned the long hallway in frustration. Feeling helpless and human was not working for me—time to tap into my power free-for-all and let the chips land wherever they wanted. Lust was not getting away this time.
Finding my anger wasn’t difficult. It was right on the surface, but I needed to dig deeper. I was asking my power to help me find something, not to destroy it. Although when I found her, all bets were off. The chant that I’d heard Grandpa say was caught in the far recesses of my mind. The angrier I got the further away it floated.
“Shit, why aren’t there ever any fucking directions?” I groaned. The book Grandpa had given me had no guide on how to use my power. I was in Hell . . . fury should work. Shouldn’t it? Wait. Balance . . . the balance between good and evil. Is that what I needed to find? Probably, but how was I supposed to do that? Forget it. I had to go with what I knew. My Vampyre skills were no longer dormant. However, I was worried that I’d need my Demon magic to truly deal with Lust. Shitshitshit. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, let my mind wander outside of myself and slip into hers.
Got it. WTF? Lust was a riot of fury and emotion, but I knew exactly where she was. Unable to decipher any kind of linear thought from the commotion going on inside her, I turned to the right and moved with Vampyre speed in the direction she’d gone. What exactly I had planned when I found her . . . I had no clue, but she was going to lay off my mate. Period.
I almost laughed as I realized I avoided the talking walls. What I wouldn’t give for the walls to speak right now. That would mean Grandpa was near, but that was impossible. He was in Nirvana doing the nasty with Gigi. The visuals were too disturbing so I shoved that sucker to the back of my mind and hummed along with Journey’s Any Way You Want It.
As I drew closer my body trembled with excitement. The black glittering gloves appeared and I was drunk with power and fury. Wait. What the fuck was I doing? Was I really going to go a have a bitch fight over a man with my cousin? I froze. Ethan was mine. Lust was no threat to me. None—but the rage inside me demanded blood. Shaking my head, I tried to clear it. I had never been this person before. Vengeance and hate were alarmingly appealing to me. Is this what Hell did to people? Part of me cared, but a larger part of me didn’t. Was I even in control of myself?
I stopped and leaned against the wall, letting my body slide to the floor. All I wanted to do was go home. Mortified by my desires, I sucked in several deep breaths and calmed down. I’d go back to the poker room and avoid Lust at all costs. She was not my nemesis. She was not a threat. She was an annoyance that didn’t deserve my ire or the luxury of thought. If I could find it in myself to feel sorry for her, I’d really win, but I wasn’t quite that magnanimous at the moment. I’d get there in a year or two...or ten.
“I knew you’d follow me,” Lust hissed, standing over me with crazy written all over her.
“Oh my God,” I shouted. “I changed my mind and you’re about to fuck that up.” I stood and took a step away. Bad move. She was on me like a bad toupee.