“Isn’t that another demon name?”
“It is.” He wasn’t giving her more than that.
They probably should have chosen fake names, but demons playing by the rules always used them on Earth, and everything about their escape from Hell had been about breaking those rules. Even if it was kinda, sorta stupid.
“What is with your family? What are your other brothers’ names?”
Again, he should probably lie, but he didn’t feel like it. “Meph and Raum.”
“What’s Meph short for?”
“Mephistopheles.”
“Oh my god.”
“That’s why he goes by Meph.”
“Don’t you mind being named after demons? Why don’t you change your names?”
“We’re not namedaft—” He stopped himself from going any further with that and shrugged. “It’s who we are. We don’t mind it.”
Though it was annoying how they’d developed a rep over the ages. Every paranormal TV show these days had a demon called Asmodeus. They even had their own Wikipedia pages.
Eva was looking at him like she wasn’t satisfied with his answers, and he suddenly wondered if she knew more than she was letting on. She was smart as a whip, and who knew what had slipped out of his mouth before he’d endured Bel’s counseling session on what not to say in front of her.
Then he looked at her again and stopped thinking about all that. She was naked except for a bedsheet, the white fabric contrasting appealingly with her dark skin. Her wild curls were piled in a messy bun on top of her head, and her full lips were just begging to be kissed. He hadn’t had nearly enough of her to satisfy him yet.
“Come here,” he growled.
She hesitated. She still looked suspicious of him, which was weird considering he’d screwed her brains out last night and she hadn’t seemed to mind then. From what he knew about humans, they didn’t often have sex with people they didn’t trust.
Ash stood. He knew Eva was attracted to him—a bloody miracle—and he wasn’t above using it against her to get what he wanted. Sure enough, he watched her gaze travel down his body.
He’d thrown on his pants when Bel called but left them unzipped, and he was shirtless and commando. His hair was a tangled mess, but he didn’t think Eva cared. Modern females seemed to be more open-minded about long-haired males, not that it had ever mattered to him. Thanks to his curse, his hair was the least of his concerns when it came to finding bed mates. But even if he could get laid on the regular, he wouldn’t have cut it for anyone.
He waited for Eva to obey his directive, not appreciating that she hadn’t listened to him. Last night she sure had. Whether he was telling her to turn around, bend over, spread her legs, whatever, she’d done what he said, no questions asked. Now, she was shifting on her feet looking like she wanted to flee, and he didn’t like it.
“Evangeline,” he warned, and she actually flinched a little bit. What the hell? Had he accidentally said too much on the phone?
He walked toward her, and her eyes slid up and down his body again. When he reached her, he stopped close enough that he was invading her personal space, but not so close that they touched. He looked down, and she looked up so their gazes met.
“Do you want some coffee?” she blurted. “I’m a bit of a coffee snob, and I can’t function without my latte in the morning.”
So she wanted to play the evasive game, did she? He’d let her. For now. “Sure, I’ll have coffee.” It would just taste like water.
“Great.” Her smile looked forced, and she stepped back. “There’s a cafe downstairs. I’ll go grab some and get pastries for breakfast.”
He studied her, trying to see if she was up to something. “You want me to come?”
“No, that’s fine. It’s right downstairs. Stay here and play my piano.”
He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it at her. “Buy whatever.”
“Oh, that’s okay, you don’t have to—”
“Eva.”
“What?”
