“The power Lucifer gave you didn’t tempt or sway you because you are part archangel,” Julian says, though he doesn’t sound sure. “That kind of power isn’t meant to be accessible to humans. And, Callie, it’s not that black and white. There are other things at play here. Spirits…dark entities…things that are older than Lucifer that can tempt even the purest of heart. He may rule Hell, but he’s not in control of everything that’s dark.”
“Like the Horsemen.”
“Exactly. And I don’t think he locked them up so he could use them later. I think he locked them up because he’s not able to kill them.”
Chapter 5
“Why would he lie?”
“Why does Lucifer do half the things he does?” Julian replies softly. “Don’t put too much stock in him, Callie. I understand your desire to have a connection with your family, but Lucifer isn’t the answer.”
In the back of my mind, I know he’s right. I’m so desperate to talk to any one of my relatives on my father’s side that I’m willing to overlook pretty much anything. Obviously, since I just put a cloaking spell on the fucking devil.
“I know. What are the chances my dad is going to come in and save the day?”
“You know he will do all he can while keeping your identity hidden. Lucifer was right about one thing: word will spread about who you are through the underworld. There’s no keeping the rumors quelled anymore. The demons know the Nephilim is alive, and they know you are more than capable of commanding Hell, though you might be a little out of practice.” He gives me a crooked smile. “I should go now and see what the other angels have heard.”
Before I can say a word, Julian disappears.
I’m greeted once again before I get to the stairs, but this time it’s a welcome sight. Lucas pulls me in for a hug, my belly squishing up against him.
“Let me clear the house,” he says, lips brushing against my neck. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation yet. I can tell you’re exhausted, and rest is important for both you and our daughter.”
“Thank you,” I sigh, so fucking grateful for him. “I do need to talk to my friends. They can stay.”
“Okay. Though I do have to ask about Lucille for a middle name?”
“Lucifer suggested it as a joke, though I don’t think he’s actually joking. Besides, I almost like it.”
“Elena Lucille King,” Lucas tries. “I almost like it too.”
“Elena Michelle works as well.” I wrap my arms around Lucas’s broad shoulders. “The whole naming someone after someone else is a lot of pressure and is sure to offend someone.”
“Pick a name you like and don’t worry about anyone’s feelings. She’s our daughter, not theirs.”
“Oh, trust me, I remember very well how we made this little girl.”
“Does thinking about it make you want me to carry you into the bedroom, lay you down, and fuck you again?”
“Maybe later, like after a nap,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “Or at least a few minutes to sit in the quiet and try to process everything.”
“Go,” he tells me. “Take a few minutes to yourself and I’ll let everyone know you need a moment alone.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, my love.” Lucas kisses me once more, unable to hide the concern in his eyes. He runs his hands down my body, pausing for a moment on my belly, and then speeds down the stairs.
“Come on,” I whisper, summoning my familiars. I don’t want to deal with anyone other than them and Lucas right now. I hate being the bearer of bad news and hate my friends looking at me differently. They can say what they want, but seeing me being all chummy with my uncle changes things.
And as much as I want to say I’m still me, things are different.
“How is she?” Abby’s voice filters in through the hall. I’m still in bed, having almost dozed off after lying down with my familiars. Not more than ten minutes have passed, and I think nearly falling asleep was my brain’s attempt at a defense mechanism. I can’t deal with the shitstorm if I’m asleep.
“Exhausted. I think more so mentally than physically.”
“Do you know what happened to her in Hell? I’m worried. Going to Hell and back…it’s not normal.”
“For a human, no,” Lucas goes on. “And for a human, it might have repercussions. But Callie isn’t human.”
“I don’t just mean physically. I’m just…I’m worried,” she repeats.
“She’ll be fine,” Lucas says. “In all my years, I’ve never met anyone like Callie. She’s strong, and she doesn’t have to go through this alone.”
“She’s lucky to have you.”
“Funny how things have changed, isn’t it?” Lucas acknowledges. “There was a time when you thought it was a bad idea for Callie and me to be together.”
“You used to terrify me,” Abby admits. “My opinion on vampires has definitely changed.”