Tamerlane considered the words of Big Bad carefully before making his request. “Let me be with her. Damn me to the same hell.”
“Your crimes were not as great as hers,” Big Bad pointed out. “You would accept a worse fate for the sake of being with your mate?” The concept seemed completely absurd to the creature. Then again, the slapping grinding tone could mean just about anything and not amusement. Who knew?
“Yes. Please, I beg of you. Damn me to the same hell as Magdala.”
“Gladly,” Big Bad said. “I’ll happily damn you both to hell on earth. You deserve each other.” When the creature laughed, Tamerlane wondered if he’d made a big mistake, but it was too late. The air around him turned to razors and he was no more.
Epilogue
“Where have you been, sweetie?”
Madeline rolled her eyes, frustrated. “I asked you not to call me that, butt nugget.”
Tamerlane’s smile was slow. “Okay, but where have you been? I’ve been worried. I thought you’d be home hours ago?”
As she plopped into the chair, his fingers sank into her neck, massaging the muscles there which ached from her day. She sometimes thought he was a saint, knowing just what she needed, often before she herself did.
When his lips moved against the skin of her neck, just below her ear in the spot he knew sent her pulse racing, she revised her opinion and considered him the epitome of sin. In the best way. “I’ve been trapped at the DMV forever. That place is a unique hell unto itself and I swear… sometimes it seems as if you walk in the doors and are trapped for infinity.”
His low laugh lifted her hairs gently. “Yeah, it feels that way, doesn’t it?” Tugging her close, he removed his uniform hat. He’d covered her shift at the gas station, knowing she needed to renew her sticker because her birthday was Monday. Even in the uniform, he was hard to resist. Madeline licked her lips and he seemed to sense what she needed. The kiss they shared left her hungry for more.
He broke the embrace with a slow and sensual smile. “I vote we do something a little naughty tonight.”
The light hit his eyes in the weird way it did sometimes, making them glow red. She practically purred, climbing into his lap and digging her nails into his chest. “You know how I love it when you get dirty, Tam. Bring it on.”
As they fell into bed together, a memory of a dream or movie seemed to trigger in her brain—but her imagination cast them both as the stars. Demons, with horns and flames and the works…
She couldn’t help but giggle at the fantasy, but she had to admit… she’d be happier trapped in hell on earth with him than she would’ve ever been anywhere else.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author Virginia Nelson is the hybrid author best known for The Penthouse Prince. Her debut novel, Odd Stuff, won Best Books of 2010 from HEA Reviews. Aside from that, she’s the mother of three wonderful biological children and tons of adopted kids and critters. Virginia is a graduate of Kent State University with an Associate of Science and a Bachelor of Arts in English and a current student at Seton Hill University where she’s pursuing a Master of Writing Popular Fiction. Sometimes called the rainbow unicorn of romance, she’s also far from perfect and she knows it. You can find out more about her—including where to find her on social media—on her website.
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Chapter One
Kythnos Island, Greece
Bureau 7 Kythnos Installation
Dr. Elizabeth Wollstonecraft almost jumped out of her skin when the door to the lab buzzed.
“Hey, it’s Margie. I brought you some lunch since you didn’t make it to the mess.”
She pressed the access button and the young, fresh-faced girl brought in an aluminum tray with a lid.
“It’s that smoked salmon with the pineapple mango salsa you like so much. I knew you wouldn’t want to miss that.” Margie offered her a wide smile.
“Thanks.” Elizabeth’s stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten yet. “I was really caught up in my work. I think we’re close to something big.”
Margie leaned over and put her chin in her hands. “I can’t wait until I get to play with diseases, too.”
“Do you want to see?” Elizabeth offered her the electron microscope.
Margie pressed her face to the eyepiece. “I have no idea what I’m looking at, but it’s cool.”
“If it’s what I think it is, then I’ll tell you all about it.” Elizabeth grinned back at her.
“Thanks.” The girl smiled. “You’re the only one who takes me seriously.”