“No, you don’t.”
“I mean, I saw them briefly in the club that night, but I was a little distracted.”
“They’re tools.”
She laughed again. “They’re your family. You love them. They’re probably awesome.”
Ash frowned. What was with her and the whole love thing? Demons couldn’tlove, and the way she kept suggesting he loved his brothers was creepy and, frankly, offensive.
“I guess,” he grunted.
“You’re funny, Ash. My mom told me I should drill you with questions about your past and try to figure you out.”
“You told your mom about me?”
Eva seemed to hesitate. “Is that weird? Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“I don’t know if it’s weird. I don’t have a mom.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That you don’t have a mom.”
“Why?”
She hesitated again. “Because it’s sad. I love my mom. We’re really close, and she’s always there for me. It’s sad to think that you never had that kind of support growing up.”
“Oh. Uh.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I’m fine. Where I’m from there wasn’t really— We didn’t exactly have—” Fuck, what was he trying to say here?In the fiery pits of Hell, there was no place in my dark and somber existence for the nurturing love of a matriarch.Yeah, that would go over well.
“I had Belial,” he said lamely.
“You guys must be close.”
“He’s a tool.”
Eva burst out laughing. “I really want to meet your brothers.”
“What did you tell your mom about me?” Ash asked to change the subject.
“I told her I went out with a super hot guy last night. Who was an amazing piano player.”
His face felt hot, which was odd. Maybe he should open the window. “Oh.”
She chuckled. “Too bold?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re funny,” she said again.
Asmodeus had been called many things throughout his endless existence as a creature of darkness, but “funny” wasn’t one of them.
“My mom thinks I need therapy,” Eva blurted. “Oh my god, that’s way TMI. Just forget I said that.”
“Why?”
“No, seriously—”
