Hell On Heels(26)

For the first time in my twenty-one years I knew true dislike, actual hatred. I wasn't sure why, but this woman brought out the worst in me. The need to destroy her was intense, but that would be a cluster of epic proportions. A bizarre rush of power came alive inside me and manifested in my fingertips. I remembered how my cousin Astrid had popped Amanda's collagen lips with magic. . .
Did I dare? Would it even work? It would be quite reckless and out of character, but I had a hate-on for the smug Demon hissing evil in my ear. I grinned. I would not copy my cousin Astrid. I would do one better. Glancing over and making sure my dad was engaged, I raised my fingers and pointed at her overly-blown silicone chest and I flicked.
I held my breath. I watched a glittery mist fly from my fingers and head toward my target at alarming speed. . .and they popped. I think. I might have made them disappear. Shit.
Amanda's scream of fury was nothing short of earsplitting.
“What’s wrong?” Satan demanded of his consort impatiently. I wasn't sure he liked her any more than we did.
“Cramp,” she said as she crossed her arms quickly over her chest. “Excuse me.”
She left, but not before she gave me a glare so vicious it actually unsettled me. She was horrid and I couldn't believe my dad couldn't see it. My father nodded to Cole, who followed quickly on her heels.
"All right, off with you. I have to dole out punishments and you've never enjoyed that much," Satan said as he gave me a quick hug and a gentle push toward the door.
I leaned in, gave him a kiss and glanced over at my sisters. They loved the punishments and I knew they would stay and watch every last bit. They were clearly delighted with the Amanda boob pop. I couldn't wait to tell Astrid. . .she would be so proud.

Chapter 11
 
I walked quickly down the hallway away from the Demons still milling around and hoping for an audience with my Father. I decided to stay the night in my old room at the Dark Palace. I felt impatient for something familiar as my life was hurtling towards the unknown. I slipped off my heels and started to run. Running gave me joy. My sisters called me the Tasmanian Devil when I ran as I tended to be oblivious to things I knocked over or destroyed while I moved at crazy warp speeds. Rounding the corner at a fast sprint, the violent force of two large hands yanked me into an alcove.
I screamed and reared my fist back to punch my abductor’s nose up into his forehead as I’d seen Myrtle do to Wolf Boy. I froze mid-punch when a strong hand grasped my arm in an iron grip.
“Dixie, it’s okay. It’s me.” Hayden grinned as he gently halted the arm that was about to rearrange his face. In the dim light of the alcove, he looked more beautiful than I remembered. How was that possible? His black Armani suit and black silk shirt fit him beautifully. He put every male model I’d ever ogled to shame. Furthermore, how did he catch me when I was moving at a speed that almost rendered me invisible?#p#分页标题#e#
“Satan forbid.” I was breathing hard from shock and fear. “I almost punched your gorgeous face.”
“So you think I’m gorgeous?” He chuckled and moved a step closer.
“Well. . .um, you know,” I stammered as I tried to regain control and moved a step back from him. He seemed different, more mature. I couldn’t put my finger on it. “You’re definitely not butt ugly.” Oh my freakin' Hell, my choice of vocabulary stunned even me.
“Thank you. I think.” Hayden laughed. “Dixie, do you know why I’m here?”
His skin was perfect and a sexy light stubble covered his cheeks. His lips were full, but it was his eyes--those green eyes caught me and held me immobile. My body involuntarily began to lean into his. Wait. Did he ask me a question? What was wrong with me? My brain wasn’t working right.
“Did you ask me something?” I choked out as I slid myself a little farther away until the wall halted my progress. It was strange to be with him in my father’s home.
He threw his head back and laughed. Help me Satan, he was even more beautiful when he laughed. “I asked if you knew why I was here.”
“Because you’re in trouble?” I guessed and hoped I was wrong. My dad could be heartless when it came to punishing his people for digressions.
“Yes,” he whispered. My eyes shot to his in fear. “But not the kind you’re thinking of,” he assured me. “I’m in a good kind of trouble.”
He moved closer and ran his hand through his sandy blond hair.
I was jealous of his hand. Holy Hell, I wanted my hands in his hair and on his face and on his chest and arms. What was it about him? I was losing myself—couldn’t think straight. Didn’t want to. Hayden stopped inches from me and I felt my body tighten in anticipation. Of what? I had no idea. This felt different from our date. He seemed more serious, more of a man and less of a boy. I was out of my league.