Fashionably Dead Down Under(77)

“Astrid, what you don’t understand about Demons is a lot,” she sighed and put her hand on my face. “Every Demon in Hell carries some of my father’s DNA—even those he didn’t sire. It’s a magical ritual that happens when a child is born that determines who the true father is. Without my father . . . no magic or ritual. The child will have to be taken at face value and since it appears at this time my father believes the baby is his, the population will follow that lead.”
“That is so fucked up, I don’t know what to say,” I mumbled.
“Just be happy you’re half Vampyre,” Ethan whispered over his shoulder. “You ladies need to finish your chat—we’re getting some stares.”
“Dixie,” I urged. “Let me handle this. If I need your help I will ask for it, but I don’t want you getting hurt. Promise me.”
“I promise to let you do what you have to do,” she said.
“Okay, that is a total bullshit answer because you just promised nothing and . . . ”
“All rise for Satan,” Cole shouted above the din of the crowd.
“We’ll finish this conversation later,” I hissed and pulled her and her grinning face out from behind the plant.
The crowd hushed as Satan entered with a radiant Amanda on his arm. I could tell nothing from the way she mooned at him. She was either a great actress or totally innocent. The Devil was dressed in Prada and so was his consort. Stunning didn’t even begin to cover it and the crowd purred its approval. Satan’s smile almost made me forget my name and I giggled as I recalled I’d told him he was a pansy ass.
He was followed by the Sins. They came in a close second to their father and his consort. They shown like jewels and I studied them carefully. This was not going to be as easy as I thought. I searched the room for Cole. I wanted to keep my eye on him too. He stood to the side and watched Satan and Amanda with intense interest. It may have been a mistake on my part not having gotten to know him a bit better. Well, no time like the present.
“You’re more beautiful than all thoth bitcheth put together,” Carl whispered in my ear and I jumped. Where in the hell did he come from?
“Carl, you just scared the shit out of me, but thank you.”
“Your motht welcome, Athrid. I’d offer you a drink, but alath I have no blood,” he said apologetically.
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Hey Carl, why is Janet afraid of the Guards?”
His demeanor changed on a dime from sweet and harmless to furious. “Did they talk to her?”
“No,” I said quickly as I realized I could be inadvertently opening a fucked up can of whoop ass.
He relaxed marginally. “Ever thince she had her beard and muthache removed they have perthued her. Janet ith my mate and I won’t tolerate harathment. I will kill them.”
“Oookay,” I reassured him. “I’ll keep my eye on them.”
“Thank you. I mutht get back to work. Have a lovely evening, Athrid.”
“Did he just say his girlfriend had a beard and mustache?” Ethan asked as we watched Carl slip back into the crowd.
“Yep.”
“We need to go home.”
“I couldn’t agree more. How do my boobs look?”
“Edible, why?” he asked.
“Because if I can’t have a sword I need some kind of weapon.”
His mouth gaped open and his eyes blazed green in anger. “I am holding my shit together for the moment, but I need to understand what you just said. Tell me that you did not just ask a Master Vampyre, not to mention your mate, if your boobs would be a good weapon to use on other men in this room.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Actually I did.”
“Astrid, the temptation to put you across my knee and spank you and then fuck you so you won’t be able to notice another man for the rest of your unnaturally long life is so very tempting at the moment. It will take everything I own not to do just that,” he snapped.
“That sounds awesome,” I said honestly. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on his shoulders. “But we have a Sword to find and I need to figure some shit out. So, if my boobs will distract . . . I will use them.”
“Shall I pull my dick out?” he asked sarcastically.
“Not yet.” I winked and left him standing there in shock.
Cole was surrounded by Guards, but he stood to the outside of the circle and watched the room. He was as stupidly beautiful as the rest of the Demons in Hell, but there was something harder about this particular man. As a Guard, I wondered if he was permitted to use his magic to kill. I assumed so or he would be fairly worthless to Satan.