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Sebastian's eyes lit up with interest. "Hellfire whiskey? Now that sounds intriguing." He sauntered over to the liquor cabinet, his movements fluid and graceful. "Care to join me for a drink, darling?"I snorted, heading for the mini-fridge I kept stocked with snacks. "In your dreams, Cullen. Some of us actually need food to function.""Cullen?" Sebastian chuckled, pouring himself a generous glass of the glowing amber liquid. "I'm wounded. I'd like to think I have a bit more charisma than that sparkly excuse for a vampire.""Whatever you say, Edward," I shot back, rummaging through the fridge. I emerged victorious with leftover pizza. Cold, but it would do. "Just keep your brooding to a minimum, yeah? We've got work to do."As I took a big bite of pizza, I couldn't help but watch Sebastian out of the corner of my eye. He brought the glass to his lips, inhaling deeply before taking a sip. His eyes widened in surprise and appreciation."This is... exquisite, and fuck it’s strong," he mur

Sebastian's lips curved into a pout, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's not very nice, Luella," he said, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine.I stared at his perfect face, my emotions warring within me. Part of me wanted to punch that pout right off his stupidly handsome mug. The other part... Well, it had some very different ideas about how to wipe that expression away."Who said I was nice?" I retorted, trying to ignore the way my heart raced. "I'm the heir to Hell, remember? We don't do 'nice'."Sebastian's thumb traced lazy circles on my ankle, still trapped in his grasp. "Oh, I don't know about that," he murmured. "I think you could be very nice if you wanted to be."I yanked my foot away, ignoring the loss I felt as his touch disappeared. "In your dreams, bloodsucker.""Oh, trust me," he said with a wink, "you already are."I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't quite suppress the heat rising to my cheeks. Damn him and his stupid charm. I reached for the wh

It wasn't gentle or tender. It was raw, passionate, almost punishing. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding and unrelenting. I met him with equal fervour, my nails digging into his shoulders. My mind raced, a jumble of conflicting thoughts. This is a bad idea. We're supposed to be working. But god, it feels so good. I arched into him, relishing the feel of his body against mine. His hand slid up my thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I bit his lower lip in response, drawing a low groan from him. "Luella," he breathed against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "You're intoxicating." I chuckled breathlessly. "Careful there, vampire. I might start to think you actually like me." He pulled back slightly, his eyes boring into mine. "And if I do?" The intensity in his gaze caught me off guard. This was supposed to be just physical, wasn't it? But the look on his face hinted at something deeper, something that both thrilled and terrified me. I swallowed hard, my throat s

With a snap of my fingers, the world blurred and twisted. A heartbeat later, we materialised in a grimy alley, the acrid stench of garbage and piss assaulting my nostrils. Lovely."Ah, such a glamorous life," I muttered, stepping over a dubious puddle.Sebastian's hand found the small of my back as we emerged onto the bustling street. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I had to fight to keep my expression neutral. Dad, on the other hand, looked like he'd just sucked on a lemon dipped in holy water."Easy there, old man," I murmured as we approached the coffee shop. "Your face might get stuck like that."Dad's glare could have melted steel. "I don't appreciate the bloodsucker pawing at you, Luella."I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly saw my own brain. "Behave, dad, or I'll send you back to Hell faster than you can say banished."Sebastian's lips twitched with amusement. "Now, now, darling. Let's not be hasty. I'm rather enjoying this family outing."As we pushed open t

Azazel's scream echoed off the cell walls. "Alright! Alright!" he gasped. "They're using blood magic to get around the usual constraints."The temperature in the room dropped about ten degrees. Dad's face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with hellfire."BLOOD MAGIC?" he roared, his voice shaking the very foundations of the building. "You dare twist the very essence of creation?"I winced. Dad losing his cool was never a good sign. The last time he got this pissed, we had to redecorate half of Hell.Azazel whimpered, trying to shrink away from Dad's fury. "I'm just a cog in the machine, you know?""A cog?" I scoffed. "More like the grease that keeps the wheels turning, you slimy bastard."Dad was pacing now, his elegant suit rippling with barely contained power. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he snarled at Azazel. "The balance... the very fabric of reality..."I stepped closer to Dad, placing a hand on his arm. "Dad, we need him in one piece to spill the rest." I glance