CHAPTER7
Cate rubbed her arms,feeling the chill of the air, silently cursing her clothing choice. She’d foregone her thick, grey cable knit sweater, all because Darcy suggested it wasn’t sexy.
As if I need a lecture on what men find appealing.
Regardless, she’d found herself more than agreeable to Darcy’s opinions. It would only have been for a few hours, or so she thought. She had not intended on traipsing desolate roads in the middle of the night when she’d left.
The wind picked up slowly as she walked at a brisk pace toward the gas station they’d passed only a short time ago, moments before the car had decided to go kaput.
This is ridiculous.
This is why I prefer to keep to myself,Cate mused as she approached the empty lot. The streetlight lamps flickered ominously as the wind blew dead leaves around her ankles, and she perked up.
It was too quiet.
Eerily quiet.
Even at this hour, there should have been someone.
Anyone.
Then she heard the gentle flapping of wings, but these were not the wings of bats or small birds, no. These were much larger, and belonged to something—or rathersomeone—she hadn’t seen in eons.
A lighthearted giggle sounded in the air, and Cate found herself getting more annoyed by the moment.
Of course, he’d clear out the gas station, parking lot, and likely anywhere else in radius just so he could have a damn uninterrupted tryst outside on the surface, like the playboy he was.
“Lucifer, I know you are there! Show yourself, or I will be forced to—”
But it was not the deadly fallen angel who came into her vision.
It was a woman. Long white hair, piercing blue eyes, and Cate noticed her shifter aura immediately.
What is a shifter doing with—
“Hecate, what on earth are you doing here? How did you get past my wards?” The devil himself stepped out from behind the shadows, taking his spot behind the woman.
Cate shifted her stance, already quite agitated.
“No one calls me that anymore,” she said as she pushed her long dark hair over her shoulder, her silver streak blowing in the wind like a shooting star lighting up the sky.
“Pity, I always found it to be such a fearsome name. What, pray tell, do the mortals call you now?” Lucifer smiled his brilliant white toothed smile, the very one she’d fallen victim to once and regretted immediately the morning after.
“Just Cate,” she huffed.
Lucifer snickered. “So mundane,” his velvety voice echoed in the air, and he slid his arm around the woman.
“Cate, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is—”
“Hecate, Goddess of the Moon. Witchcraft, and…”
“Keeper of the Wolves. But no one ever remembers that one.” Lucifer smiled deviously, and Cate crossed her arms.
“I don’t have time to play games. I—” She took a deep breath, fearing the words she knew she must speak. How she wished there had been anyone else, any mortal, hell even any god other than this asshole for her to ask assistance of.
Even Thor would be better.
“My car broke down, and I am in need of assistance.” She stood straight and asked as politely as possible.