vision, but nothing seemed to help. I swayed left. My hand shot out to grab the back of the chair to steady my balance, but my double vision had over shot the distance and the floor rushed up to my face.
Again I heard Malcolm’s voice as I fell away from Heaven. Only two words. “Kiss her!”
All went black.
Chapter 13
Abigail
“Leave us,” Abigail said, after she was positive the handsome stranger was secure.
Miles and another minion, whose name she’d yet to remember, hurried out of her quarters.
Miles had injected a high amount of sodium pentothal, a powerful truth serum capable of making even Lucifer speak the truth, into the vein of the stranger.
She wasn’t waiting for it to take effect; she could tell it was working. What intrigued her most was how his body was as perfect as it had been the first time she’d seen him. There wasn’t a scratch on him. Anywhere. He was also dressed in clean denim jeans and a black cotton shirt, nothing that could’ve been found in any of the sydes of Hell.
Could Lucifer have been right? Could he really be holy? That would explain a lot of what she hadn’t understood earlier about him, but it didn’t explain why he was there in the first place.
She pulled the reaper’s cape further down, to hide any exposed skin, as the man’s head lifted, then bobbed a little on his neck. He moaned a bit, then his eyes fluttered open.
There they were. Those beautiful sky-blue eyes of his that were deeper than any ocean she had ever encountered. He stared at her, but he wasn’t fully alert yet. It would take him a few minutes.
Why would Lucifer set rules for her now? After three hundred years? She liked this new minion. She craved to touch his body now, even after what she’d just gone through with the master. It wasn’t a sexual feeling; well, not all of it seemed to be sexual. He made her want to…lay beside him and just let him hold her. When he was near she felt comfortable and secure. It seemed as though all her problems just floated away. She wanted more of that feeling.
The lesson she’d been taught earlier was quite mild compared to what would happen to her if she disobeyed Lucifer’s request for information about the newcomer. Her fantasies of being with the man could only be dreams now. She wasn’t allowed to touch anyone, nor they her.
She could tell he was about as ready as the medicine was going to get him for questioning, and she was tired of waiting. She needed to get this over with as quickly as possible and get him out of her sight before she did something Lucifer wouldn’t show mercy about.
Her movements slow and easy, she placed one foot on the floor and then the other. It was impossible to appear strong when one was so physically and mentally broken. Maybe it was too soon to do this, she thought as another sharp pain shot through her belly. It was all she could do not to show her weakness in front of the stranger, but maybe he would be too out of it to know any better.
The blank look the new minion was giving her made it a little easier. She never would have been able to go through with it if he hadn’t been drugged and incoherent. She couldn’t handle his arrogance at the moment. Her mindset was too rocky. She needed rest before she faced him at his strongest. Or maybe she could just keep him weak, she thought.
“You have been injected with sodium pentothal. It is a truth serum that will encourage you to tell the truth. Do you know where you are?”
His lids closed lazily a couple of times, then seemed to focus on her again before he spoke. “Yes,” he said, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and nodded once.
Abigail rolled her eyes. She had never been good at interrogation with the truth serum. The victim would tell the truth, but never really elaborate on the questions being asked.
“Okay, so where are you?”
“I’m sitting in a chair,” he said, voice slurred and almost incomprehensible.
Had Miles given him too much of the drug,
Again I heard Malcolm’s voice as I fell away from Heaven. Only two words. “Kiss her!”
All went black.
Chapter 13
Abigail
“Leave us,” Abigail said, after she was positive the handsome stranger was secure.
Miles and another minion, whose name she’d yet to remember, hurried out of her quarters.
Miles had injected a high amount of sodium pentothal, a powerful truth serum capable of making even Lucifer speak the truth, into the vein of the stranger.
She wasn’t waiting for it to take effect; she could tell it was working. What intrigued her most was how his body was as perfect as it had been the first time she’d seen him. There wasn’t a scratch on him. Anywhere. He was also dressed in clean denim jeans and a black cotton shirt, nothing that could’ve been found in any of the sydes of Hell.
Could Lucifer have been right? Could he really be holy? That would explain a lot of what she hadn’t understood earlier about him, but it didn’t explain why he was there in the first place.
She pulled the reaper’s cape further down, to hide any exposed skin, as the man’s head lifted, then bobbed a little on his neck. He moaned a bit, then his eyes fluttered open.
There they were. Those beautiful sky-blue eyes of his that were deeper than any ocean she had ever encountered. He stared at her, but he wasn’t fully alert yet. It would take him a few minutes.
Why would Lucifer set rules for her now? After three hundred years? She liked this new minion. She craved to touch his body now, even after what she’d just gone through with the master. It wasn’t a sexual feeling; well, not all of it seemed to be sexual. He made her want to…lay beside him and just let him hold her. When he was near she felt comfortable and secure. It seemed as though all her problems just floated away. She wanted more of that feeling.
The lesson she’d been taught earlier was quite mild compared to what would happen to her if she disobeyed Lucifer’s request for information about the newcomer. Her fantasies of being with the man could only be dreams now. She wasn’t allowed to touch anyone, nor they her.
She could tell he was about as ready as the medicine was going to get him for questioning, and she was tired of waiting. She needed to get this over with as quickly as possible and get him out of her sight before she did something Lucifer wouldn’t show mercy about.
Her movements slow and easy, she placed one foot on the floor and then the other. It was impossible to appear strong when one was so physically and mentally broken. Maybe it was too soon to do this, she thought as another sharp pain shot through her belly. It was all she could do not to show her weakness in front of the stranger, but maybe he would be too out of it to know any better.
The blank look the new minion was giving her made it a little easier. She never would have been able to go through with it if he hadn’t been drugged and incoherent. She couldn’t handle his arrogance at the moment. Her mindset was too rocky. She needed rest before she faced him at his strongest. Or maybe she could just keep him weak, she thought.
“You have been injected with sodium pentothal. It is a truth serum that will encourage you to tell the truth. Do you know where you are?”
His lids closed lazily a couple of times, then seemed to focus on her again before he spoke. “Yes,” he said, seemingly satisfied with his answer, and nodded once.
Abigail rolled her eyes. She had never been good at interrogation with the truth serum. The victim would tell the truth, but never really elaborate on the questions being asked.
“Okay, so where are you?”
“I’m sitting in a chair,” he said, voice slurred and almost incomprehensible.
Had Miles given him too much of the drug,
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