“There are no people, just demons here, with your Daddy as their chief.”
He shrugged and headed downstairs. I followed, keeping two stairs between us. Loki suddenly turned to grab me. The predictable fucker was going to throw me off the stairs, then laugh his stupid ass off when my face hit the black marble.
I dodged and swung my arm at him. I would hit him and let him kiss the stairs first.
A gust of black wind swept over me, spinning me inside a twister. When I landed with a curse leaving my lips, I stood in a vast banquet hall.
My fist made contact with Loki’s face. His transportation hadn’t faltered my former action, and I completed it as there’d been no interruption.
He snapped his head back and blinked. “What the fuck, cousin? I was bringing you to my dining room to feed you!”
Well, in that case, I shouldn’t have hit him.
So far, the prince was behaving like he wasn’t my worst enemy.
On the contrary, he’d freed me. He’d even defended me against that sick fuck Ares.
In my current situation, it wasn’t in my best interest to keep pissing him off.
I shrugged. “Sorry, Loki. I thought you were about to push me off the stairs.”
He glared at me. “Why would I do that?”
“You flung me off Smoky from twenty feet in the air, and then you warned me to expect nasty surprises at every turn.”
He shook his head in disgust. “You’re so immature, Celeste. That’s why you harbor a lot of childish thoughts. I didn’t want anyone except for my inner circle to see you, so I teleported us to my living quarters.”
“It’s a dining hall,” I corrected.
He stared at me hard, probably still mad that I’d punched him. “It’s part of my suite.”
I looked around. The hall was larger than a football stadium. Hell had lots of space.
The high ceiling was a vast mural of war and violence. The black pillars contained depictions of carnal couplings that would make any normal person blush. The porn mostly featured horned archdemons fucking horned demonesses, busty human females, and other species I’d never seen on Earth.
Demons were all about carnal fulfillment—greed, violence, and moral corruption.
I tore my gaze from the porn and fixed it on the food laid out on a dark wood table near the center of the room. I hoped that they didn’t serve human meat, which was a staple of demonic cuisine. My stomach felt queasy at the thought.
I’d heard all sorts of stories about demons possessing or eating humans.
Sitting across from each other at the dining table were two gorgeous, giant males. Both had well-defined muscles and battle-hardened lines on their every exposed inch.
I sniffed subtly. They were both level-eight half-demons, one grade lower than Loki.
A thought clicked. These two must be his dukes.
They shared dark features—dark hair, brows, and dark eyes. Dark everything.
The Hell boys stared at me with open hostility. Merciless and Brutal must be their middle names. They appeared to be itching for violence, but they had to wait in line.
I ignored them, pretending as if they didn’t exist, which seemed to piss them off further.
They’d seen that I’d punched their prince. Loki probably wouldn’t have been so incensed if there had been no witnesses.
“It’s a big hall, prince,” I offered. “You live in luxury, even in Hell. I’m kind of impressed.”
“I’m the heir to the realm!”