“Let me give you a history lesson.” He chuckled, making the hair on her nape salute.
“Must you?” She winced into her wine. She’d never been much good at history, and a premonition whispered she wasn’t going to enjoy his lesson.
“Morgan Le Fey,” he said. “She summoned me.”
Hang on, here. Bianca wasn’t that shit at history. “Morgan Le Fey is a myth.”
“Is she?” He gave her that nasty grin of his.
Bianca was speaking to a being who might actually know. Or he was fucking with her, but curiosity propelled her. “She isn’t?”
“She wanted youth and beauty.” He shrugged. “And immortality.”
Trying to play it cool, Bianca snorted. “Legend has it that didn’t work out so well for her.”
“No, it didn’t.”
His chuckle freaked her out, and there might be a hole in the bottom of her glass.
“Mother Shipton,” he said.
“Beauty and immortality?” She was a reader. That seemed like a safe guess.
“Predictions.” He stared at her with those midnight dark, furious eyes. “She wanted me to lift the veil for her and show her the future.”
“Did you?”
He nodded at her glass. “You going to share that?”
“It isn’t very good.” But she poured him a glass and took it to him. “What happened to Mother Shipton?”
“She missed seeing her own death.”
He was freaking her out now, but she refused to show it. Now she knew she didn’t want to hear the rest of his historical meanderings.
“La Voisin.” He sipped his wine and grimaced. “How do you drink this crap?”
“Same way you are.” She lifted her glass in a toast. No way she was asking one more question and prolonging this.
Lucifer smirked. “She wanted the power to make people fall in love with her.”
That seemed like a bad idea all round. “Dead?” Dammit! She’d asked another question, but she was also sensing a theme here.
He nodded. “Aradia.”
Bianca took a seat.
“Was desperate to unlock the secrets to all magic.”
“And dead?”
“Agnes Sampson.”
Bianca drank because now she knew what was coming.
“Wanted to heal her children.”
That didn’t sound so bad and hardly deserving of a death sentence.
Lucifer took a leisurely sip. “Also not a big fan of her husband and offered his soul in exchange.” He leaned back on the sofa. “To be fair, the man was a total prick.”
Wind shushed through the maples outside.
“Merga Bien,” he said. “Wanted to be as powerful as the pharaohs.”
“I get it.” If this went on much longer, he’d talk her to death. “All those witches summoned you, and now they’re dead. Very subtle.”
“Precisely.” He held up his wine glass. “More wine.”
“Say please.” Lucifer was rude. So was Shade when he’d first met Eddie, and Wrath was no picnic, and Eddie had survived those two. Of course Shade was in love with Eddie and Wrath was her father, but she had Lucifer bound.
“Please,” he snapped.
See there. You just had to be firm with these hell princes. It took every ounce of her rapidly waning courage, but she held the death glare she was getting. “Why you?”
“What?” He blinked.
“Why do they summon you?”
