she kept shooting him down. He knew how to make that spot feel so much better. “Here’s your ride.” Pulling her broom out from its hiding spot, he handed it to her.
Straddling it, she barked, “What are you waiting for? Get on.”
“No thanks. I’d rather not end up splattered on some city street. I’d say we’re done for the night, unless you need me for some nefarious fun?”
“In your dreams, demon.”
“Oh goody. I have a great imagination. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do to me.” He laughed when she growled. “Ooh, now that’s a sexy sound. Love it. Think of me tonight when you’re riding your plastic friend. I know I’ll be picturing you when I’m getting off.”
“I hate you.”
“Do you always repeat yourself? Maybe your age is catching up to you. Good thing you’ve got me helping you out or you might forget your quest. So, same time tomorrow?”
“Same time for what?”
“Meeting up with you, of course, to hunt some more souls. I’ll see you at your place around nine-ish.”
“Not if I can help it,” she muttered before taking off on her broom, a trail of liquid dripping under her.
What a woman. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself so intrigued. But he wouldn’t get to enjoy the witch for long if she had her way. Remy revised his plan to find some mortal pussy before heading back to hell. For some reason, it suddenly became more important to make sure he stayed partnered with the witch.
You are not getting rid of me that easy.
Perhaps he’d inherited his mother’s crazy gene after all. She would be so proud.
*
Lucifer eyed Remy as he lounged in the chair across from his desk, appearing like the poster boy for insouciance, and yet, he could see the telltale anxiety in the way his one foot kept tapping. It only took Ysabel one day to screw with one of his finest trackers. Lucifer fought an urge to shake his head. “Let me get this straight. After pissing Ysabel off, to the point she’s going to come storming in here any minute demanding I fire you, you still want to work with her? Are you insane?”
“I hope so,” Remy grinned.
A smile cracked Lucifer’s face. “Congratulations. Your mother will be ecstatic. Consider it done. I like a male who doesn’t back down in the face of a shrew.”
“Bah, she’s not a shrew. Just a little feisty. Besides, I think I might enjoy taming a cougar with claws.”
“Taming? Ysabel?” Lucifer almost choked.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Keeping her wild will be more fun. Think I can get her to redirect that energy of hers so she stalks me and shreds the clothes from me? No, wait. She’s not a shapeshifter, which means she’d need a knife. On second thought, I’ll make sure I’m naked when she does decide to come after me. It’s probably safer.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, soldier?”
“Never better, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I shall exit via the back because if I’m not mistaken, that squelching noise signals the arrival of my hot tempered witch. Remember, I was never here.”
“Never here,” Lucifer muttered. Remy slipped out the secret entrance and Lucifer sighed. “What have I done?” With little time to ponder that question, he just had time to settle himself more comfortably in his seat before a sopping wet, and extremely pissed, Ysabel came stomping into his office.
“I demand you fire him.”
“What? No hello?”
“Fuck you. You knew I was coming. I want him gone.”
How interesting. It seemed he’d finally found someone to rile his normally collected assistant’s feathers. “No can do. You need a partner.”
“Then find me someone else.”
“Sorry, but he’s all I’ve got for the moment.”
“But I hate him!” she yelled. Her outburst surprised them both, and it took a few blinks before the red in her cheeks died down. “Surely, there’s someone else? Anyone. What about that serious demon, what’s his name again, Xaphan? Couldn’t
Straddling it, she barked, “What are you waiting for? Get on.”
“No thanks. I’d rather not end up splattered on some city street. I’d say we’re done for the night, unless you need me for some nefarious fun?”
“In your dreams, demon.”
“Oh goody. I have a great imagination. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to do to me.” He laughed when she growled. “Ooh, now that’s a sexy sound. Love it. Think of me tonight when you’re riding your plastic friend. I know I’ll be picturing you when I’m getting off.”
“I hate you.”
“Do you always repeat yourself? Maybe your age is catching up to you. Good thing you’ve got me helping you out or you might forget your quest. So, same time tomorrow?”
“Same time for what?”
“Meeting up with you, of course, to hunt some more souls. I’ll see you at your place around nine-ish.”
“Not if I can help it,” she muttered before taking off on her broom, a trail of liquid dripping under her.
What a woman. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself so intrigued. But he wouldn’t get to enjoy the witch for long if she had her way. Remy revised his plan to find some mortal pussy before heading back to hell. For some reason, it suddenly became more important to make sure he stayed partnered with the witch.
You are not getting rid of me that easy.
Perhaps he’d inherited his mother’s crazy gene after all. She would be so proud.
*
Lucifer eyed Remy as he lounged in the chair across from his desk, appearing like the poster boy for insouciance, and yet, he could see the telltale anxiety in the way his one foot kept tapping. It only took Ysabel one day to screw with one of his finest trackers. Lucifer fought an urge to shake his head. “Let me get this straight. After pissing Ysabel off, to the point she’s going to come storming in here any minute demanding I fire you, you still want to work with her? Are you insane?”
“I hope so,” Remy grinned.
A smile cracked Lucifer’s face. “Congratulations. Your mother will be ecstatic. Consider it done. I like a male who doesn’t back down in the face of a shrew.”
“Bah, she’s not a shrew. Just a little feisty. Besides, I think I might enjoy taming a cougar with claws.”
“Taming? Ysabel?” Lucifer almost choked.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. Keeping her wild will be more fun. Think I can get her to redirect that energy of hers so she stalks me and shreds the clothes from me? No, wait. She’s not a shapeshifter, which means she’d need a knife. On second thought, I’ll make sure I’m naked when she does decide to come after me. It’s probably safer.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, soldier?”
“Never better, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I shall exit via the back because if I’m not mistaken, that squelching noise signals the arrival of my hot tempered witch. Remember, I was never here.”
“Never here,” Lucifer muttered. Remy slipped out the secret entrance and Lucifer sighed. “What have I done?” With little time to ponder that question, he just had time to settle himself more comfortably in his seat before a sopping wet, and extremely pissed, Ysabel came stomping into his office.
“I demand you fire him.”
“What? No hello?”
“Fuck you. You knew I was coming. I want him gone.”
How interesting. It seemed he’d finally found someone to rile his normally collected assistant’s feathers. “No can do. You need a partner.”
“Then find me someone else.”
“Sorry, but he’s all I’ve got for the moment.”
“But I hate him!” she yelled. Her outburst surprised them both, and it took a few blinks before the red in her cheeks died down. “Surely, there’s someone else? Anyone. What about that serious demon, what’s his name again, Xaphan? Couldn’t
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