“How does it feel?Fucking one of Lucifer’s little monsters?”
I wanted to run him through with my sword so badly, my palm itched to feel its hilt in my hand.“Shut your damned mouth?—”
“I’ll be sure to let Rosalind know how you’re doing.”He winked at Ursula.“Did he tell you he had a female in Heaven?One so sweet and stunningly beautiful, and so obviously superior to you in every way?—”
“Tell her whatever you want, Nate,” Ursula said, sounding bored.“But you do realize, she’s still not gonna fuck you, right?”
A surprised laugh burst from Eloa, and Nathaniel spun to her, his face red with rage.
“You’ll just have to use whatever fucked-up shit you have stored in that wank bank of yours and make do with your right hand.”
Nathaniel spun back, about to charge.I braced, ready to intercept him?—
The door opened and Felditch strode in.Nathaniel quickly straightened.
“Lunch is served!”Felditch said, and flourished his gold-and-blue-striped cape.He opened his arms, his fiery orange hair flowing behind him, and food appeared on the table.“Let us feast, for tomorrow we go to war!”
“Fucking hell,” Ursula muttered.“I feel like I’m part of some terrible human high school drama club.”
Somehow, she’d managed to make me smile, even after what just happened, even when I was worried about what was in store for us tomorrow.
Felditch dragged his cape to the side and took his seat.“Please, everyone, sit.”
We all took our places.
The male dressed head to toe in gold and blue glitter rested his elbows on the table, his diabolical smile in full force.“I know…how about we make things more interesting?”
That didn’t sound good, not at fucking all.
“I thought tonight we’d play a game.What do you think?”
“Is it compulsory?”Ursula asked.
His orange gaze sliced to her.“It is, but I know you’ll enjoy it.”He grinned wider at us, which seemed impossible, but somehow, he always managed it.“Who’s ready for a game of truth?”
“What kind of game is that?”Nathaniel asked.
“One where you must give a truthful answer to my question.”
“And if we don’t?”I asked.
“Then the other team is given an advantage for tomorrow’s event.”
Ursula cursed.
“Let’s begin!”
Ursula
I could barely choke down the first course as I waited for Felditch to start his game and drop the hammer on one of us.The angels were just as tense, and Silas was like a solid block of stone beside me.
Finally, as we were finishing our salads, Felditch lowered his knife and fork and aimed his creepy smile at Eloa.“Tell me, my dear, what is Nathaniel’s biggest fear?”
“You can’t ask that,” Nathaniel burst out, jumping out of his chair.
Felditch lifted his hand, then slapped it down on the table.Nathaniel was slammed back into his seat like a Ken doll.
“If we all refuse to answer, we’ll start tomorrow’s event on even footing,” Silas said.