humona—time.
I shouted in frustration, “It’s barely light outside!”
Though I did toss chips out of my hair faster.
Right at Lucifer.
He growled and threw his pillow at my head. “The only time I allow someone to yell like that in the morning is if they’re under me.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Or over me.”
I opened my mouth. Paused. And shut it.
I wasn’t going to touch that one.
“I need to go change.” I jumped off the bed.
My exit from the mattress didn’t go as planned.
I crumbled to the ground when the bruised soles of my feet hit the carpet. It was as if shards of glass were stabbing up into them. I screeched as I fell.
Screw Lucifer. I would yell all I wanted. It hurt!
Lucifer groaned from up on the bed. “You’re not allowed in my room anymore.”
I moaned in pain from the ground. “Lucifer?”
He sighed. “Yeah?”
“Who invented the stiletto?”
He chuckled. “I have no clue what a stiletto is.”
“The shoes I was wearing last night.”
“Those are called longheels.” He paused. “I think it was a guy two realms away. But I do remember he supposedly had a funny accent. One of the old drinkers said the man only came here once to sell his wares. He said it was hard to understand him.”
“Is he dead?” I didn’t care about the other junk.
“Probably.”
“Damn.”
The bed squeaked.
I didn’t move from the ground.
Lucifer stepped over me and went into the bathroom. Then, the unmistakable sound of a man peeing could be heard.
I rolled my eyes. “Shut the damn door!”
“My room, woman,” he hollered over his neverending flow of piss.
I pushed up on my knees and stood.
I groaned. Jesus H.
I walked from General Finley’s carriage as if I were walking on hot coals, hopping to and fro like an idiot.
Lucifer couldn’t stop laughing.
General Finley was even amused.
I wasn’t.
I was considering asking if they had a short-term disability package. But I should probably get through this second test first before I asked about their benefits.
General Finley’s lips wouldn’t stop twitching as we walked through a ‘parking lot’ to a large warehouse. He stated, “You better work those kinks out quickly, Ms. Creed. You don’t want others thinking you’re weak.”
I scowled.
Lucifer snorted at my furious look.
I smacked him upside his head and danced back on the balls of my feet. I peered at him harmlessly when he turned heated eyes on me. I asked innocently, “What? I’m just doing what the boss man said.” I smiled. “Working the kinks out, you know?”
Lucifer’s eyes promised retribution.
My smile widened. He was cute when he was mad.
General Finley shook his head. “Other than your attire, no one would place you two together. And, somehow, it works.” He paused thoughtfully. “Well, we’ll see how well it works in a few minutes, anyway.”
I looked down at my black capris cargos and black thermal shirt and black boots. I had splashed a little color to it with a silver shirt. Spiked black wrist guards were my jewelry.
I glanced over at Lucifer.
He checked me out like I was doing to him.
We had been in too much of a hurry to notice what the other was wearing. He wore long baggy black military cargos with a silver chain as a belt and a tight black long-sleeved shirt, no over shirt for color. He wore his black army boots, and he even wore a wrist guard similar to mine.
We looked very much like we’d planned this.
I muttered, “We need to discuss the night before what we’re wearing the next day.”
Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t decide until about five minutes before I put my clothes on.”
My face fell.
I did the same thing. We were doomed.
General Finley shook his head. “You guys look fine. Come on.” He headed to a side door on the warehouse.
I bounced after him, seriously looking like a bunny, trying to get the soreness out. Lucifer rolled his shoulders, mentally preparing for what we were going to go through
I shouted in frustration, “It’s barely light outside!”
Though I did toss chips out of my hair faster.
Right at Lucifer.
He growled and threw his pillow at my head. “The only time I allow someone to yell like that in the morning is if they’re under me.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Or over me.”
I opened my mouth. Paused. And shut it.
I wasn’t going to touch that one.
“I need to go change.” I jumped off the bed.
My exit from the mattress didn’t go as planned.
I crumbled to the ground when the bruised soles of my feet hit the carpet. It was as if shards of glass were stabbing up into them. I screeched as I fell.
Screw Lucifer. I would yell all I wanted. It hurt!
Lucifer groaned from up on the bed. “You’re not allowed in my room anymore.”
I moaned in pain from the ground. “Lucifer?”
He sighed. “Yeah?”
“Who invented the stiletto?”
He chuckled. “I have no clue what a stiletto is.”
“The shoes I was wearing last night.”
“Those are called longheels.” He paused. “I think it was a guy two realms away. But I do remember he supposedly had a funny accent. One of the old drinkers said the man only came here once to sell his wares. He said it was hard to understand him.”
“Is he dead?” I didn’t care about the other junk.
“Probably.”
“Damn.”
The bed squeaked.
I didn’t move from the ground.
Lucifer stepped over me and went into the bathroom. Then, the unmistakable sound of a man peeing could be heard.
I rolled my eyes. “Shut the damn door!”
“My room, woman,” he hollered over his neverending flow of piss.
I pushed up on my knees and stood.
I groaned. Jesus H.
I walked from General Finley’s carriage as if I were walking on hot coals, hopping to and fro like an idiot.
Lucifer couldn’t stop laughing.
General Finley was even amused.
I wasn’t.
I was considering asking if they had a short-term disability package. But I should probably get through this second test first before I asked about their benefits.
General Finley’s lips wouldn’t stop twitching as we walked through a ‘parking lot’ to a large warehouse. He stated, “You better work those kinks out quickly, Ms. Creed. You don’t want others thinking you’re weak.”
I scowled.
Lucifer snorted at my furious look.
I smacked him upside his head and danced back on the balls of my feet. I peered at him harmlessly when he turned heated eyes on me. I asked innocently, “What? I’m just doing what the boss man said.” I smiled. “Working the kinks out, you know?”
Lucifer’s eyes promised retribution.
My smile widened. He was cute when he was mad.
General Finley shook his head. “Other than your attire, no one would place you two together. And, somehow, it works.” He paused thoughtfully. “Well, we’ll see how well it works in a few minutes, anyway.”
I looked down at my black capris cargos and black thermal shirt and black boots. I had splashed a little color to it with a silver shirt. Spiked black wrist guards were my jewelry.
I glanced over at Lucifer.
He checked me out like I was doing to him.
We had been in too much of a hurry to notice what the other was wearing. He wore long baggy black military cargos with a silver chain as a belt and a tight black long-sleeved shirt, no over shirt for color. He wore his black army boots, and he even wore a wrist guard similar to mine.
We looked very much like we’d planned this.
I muttered, “We need to discuss the night before what we’re wearing the next day.”
Lucifer shrugged. “I don’t decide until about five minutes before I put my clothes on.”
My face fell.
I did the same thing. We were doomed.
General Finley shook his head. “You guys look fine. Come on.” He headed to a side door on the warehouse.
I bounced after him, seriously looking like a bunny, trying to get the soreness out. Lucifer rolled his shoulders, mentally preparing for what we were going to go through
Similar Books
