Page 117 of Lucifer's Mirror
And within a minute, we’re alone.
Well, not quite. They’ve left someone behind—Khaosti’s friend, Trystan. He’s still lying on the ground, holding his balls. Good. I hope they freaking hurt.
Khaosti strides toward him, sword still in his hand.
“Please,” Trystan babbles, “I wasn’t going to kill her. I was taking her to safety. I’m your friend, Khaosti.”
He’s such a goddamn liar. If Khaosti doesn’t kill him, I will.
He raises the sword high above his head.
Suddenly, hatred fills Trystan’s eyes. “Does she know?” he snarls. “Does she know what—”
Khaosti stabs the sword down, piercing Trystan through the chest and cutting off his words. For a second, his eyes widen with astonishment. A gurgle comes from his throat, his back arches, and then he goes limp as the life drains from his eyes.
Khaosti pulls his sword free and turns to me. “Why the fuck did you run off like that?”
He sounds furious. I don’t care. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I sigh. “You came for me.”
He frowns. “Of course, I came for you. I’ll always come for you.”
“Because your brother asked you to?”
He leans down and wipes his sword on Trystan’s shirt, then slides it into the scabbard at his back. I think he’s giving himself time to think of an answer. “At first that was why. Then I became curious as to who you were and why you were so important. Then I kissed you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Which is wrong—you’re too fucking young—but now, I find that I don’t have a choice. I can’t not come.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I want to kiss him, but I need to know what happened first. “Is Hecate okay? And the others? Trystan said he took the wards down.”
“He did. The fucker. But Hecate got them back up, and Thanouq and I disposed of the shadowguard. No one was hurt.”
“Thank goodness.” He’s studying me, brows drawing together.
“What?” I ask.
“You look different. I just can’t decide how.”
I find myself reluctant to tell him that I’ve remembered everything. Because that means I’ll have to tell himwhatI remember. And I’m trying not to think about that. Because… Ugh!
But I’m not a coward, and there’s no point in ignoring this. It’s not going to go away.
I’m a good person. I’m fucking special.
I can be whoever I want to be. I get to choose.
I straighten my shoulders and stare into his golden eyes, hoping against hope that he won’t look at me differently after he hears what I’m going to say.
“I remember who I am.”
He grins. “That’s great.” He must see something in my face because he frowns. “Who are you?”
“I’m Lucifer’s freaking daughter.”
Chapter 55
Heading Home
ItlookslikeI’verendered him speechless.
