“Indeed.” Lucifer leaned one hand on the far side of her legs, caging her beside his hip. “But you didn’t tell Raphael or me that you planned to cast it.”
Bianca didn’t care for how casual he was on her bed, and she absolutely rejected his inference that she owed anything to him or Raphael. “I don’t report to either of you. I told Eddie and Shade, and they came with me.”
“Eddie and Shade are not me,” he said, as if that explained everything.
“Lucifer.” Tangling with him invariably ended badly for her, and she was not feeling strong enough to fight with him. In fact, fighting with him had become a kind of foreplay with them, and she for damn sure was not going near that again. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I want you to go away.”
“No, you don’t.” He patted her thigh. “You’re angry and hurt, but you don’t want me to leave.”
Unable to believe the shit he’d spewed, she gaped at him. “I most certainly do want you to leave.”
“That makes no sense, haglette.” He smiled at her like she was a willful child. “You wouldn’t have been hurt by what you perceive as my rejection if you didn’t want me around.”
“Perceive?” Oh, she’d been there and heard every word from his damned mouth. She’d had the visual to add further proof.
He looked confused. “Well, yes. You misunderstood the situation.”
And she was out of the ability to deal with him. Ignoring her sore head, she yelled, “Eddie.”
“Don’t be difficult, haglette.” He tutted. “Once I explain the situa—”
“Shade!” Bianca gave it more volume. “Anybody!”
He frowned at her. “I really don’t understand why you can’t have a reasonable discussion about how you got the wrong idea.”
“Help!” She would kill him, or probably die trying, but it would be worth it to make him go away.
“You’re being unreasonable.” He glared at her.
“Unreasonable!” She didn’t bother to lower the volume. The whole of Clayton—the whole of Ontario—could hear her for all she cared. “You had sex with me and then kicked me out of your home.”
Shade stuck his head around the door and grimaced. “Dick move, Lucifer.”
“You kicked me out and told Raphael to take me home.”
Shaking his head, Raphael stood beside Shade. “You did do that. She’d didn’t even get to eat the eggs benny.”
“Eggs benny?” Shade looked interested. “I like a good benny.”
“Lucifer’s chef makes the best,” Raphael said. “He uses shaved ham and the hollandaise has this touch of—”
“You treated me like shit.” Bianca shouted the breakfast conversation down.
Lucifer puffed up. “Not during the sex.”
“The sex!” Bianca’s voice got shrill. “By all means, let’s talk about the sex. The only thing worse would have been if you’d left money beside the bed before you broke a land speed record getting away from me three minutes after you’d come.”
“Man.” Shade whistled and shook his head. “And then no eggs benny.”
“Oh, this is getting good.” Dee shoved her way through the bigger hell princes, rubbing her hands and grinning. “At least tell us the sex was good before he squirreled.”
“Squirreled?” Raphael glanced at Dee.
Dee smirked. “Nuts and struts.”
“Dee!” Eddie joined them. “That’s gross, and also none of our business. Her objection lacked substance as she gave Bianca a hopefully enquiring look.
Bianca wished she hadn’t woken up. “The sex was fine.”
“Fine!” Lucifer shot to his feet.
“Ouch.” Raphael winced.
Shade grinned. “That was harsh.”
“The sex was great.” Lucifer glared at him.
Shade shook his head. “She said fine, and everyone knows that means just okay, strictly mediocre.”
“She’s angry and hurt.” Lucifer’s jaw tightened. “She’s only saying that to get a rise out of me.”
“But to be clear,” Shade held up his forefinger, “she did get a rise out of you?” He waggled his eyebrows. “I mean, before you hit it and quit it.”
The conversation was threatening to make her lose her shit. “She can speak for herself.”
“Yes, she can.” Dee gave her an encouraging nod. “So did he…rise to the occasion?”
“Yes, I fucking did,” Lucifer bellowed. “And the sex was more than fine. It was good. Great even.”
