heavy obsidian crown and the authority to prove it. Her dominating gaze said everything.
Kim wondered if this was how Lucifel behaved before sheâd been caged.
Angela continued to stare at the angel with a look that might incinerate rock.
What was she thinking?
He glanced briefly at Sophia for answers, but she was pretending not to notice him. As usual she stood in the shadows behind Angelaâs great throne, her thick curled hair and silver dress drenched in the darkness. But her storm-gray eyes and pale skin still somehow gleamed, catching whatever light remained to her. A necklace with a white jewel pendant sparkled like a star set on her chest.
The acidic air stung Kimâs throat. He turned aside,coughing into his hand. Beside him, the Great Demon Lilith turned and shot him an irritated glare.
Sheâd been smiling at the impending drama, gently stroking a giant glistening spider that sat on her knee like a cat. Kim shuddered and turned away just as quickly. He could hear the spider chittering in contentment.
âThere, there,â Lilith whispered. She sat back deeper into her ornate chair, giving the spiderâs legs longer strokes. Finally it had enough and scuttled up her arm to perch on her shoulder, at last coming to rest far too close to Kim for comfort. âIt will all be over soon,â Lilith said, her silken voice dripping with anticipation.
The demon turned and looked pointedly at Kim.
He had no choice but to look back. Lilith was always striking, but tonight she was even more so than usual. Her dark skin blended almost seamlessly with her ebony dress, and her orange eyes seemed to burn with a fascinating inner fire. Someone had braided her inky hair. He doubted Lilith had done it. She wasnât the type to lift a finger for herself.
âUncomfortable?â Lilith suggested, her voice high with amusement.
âNot at all,â Kim whispered.
Lilith smiled. âWell, forgive me, but your shaking hands say otherwise. You should have told me you hated spiders. What a shame, yes,â she said, turning to the spider and cooing at it. âHe hates you, and you havenât done a thing to him.â Then she added darkly, â Yet. â
Kim struggled to appear unconcerned. âIâm surprised you decided to come to this Council,â he said, aware that his words sounded even more suspicious than he felt.
âI never miss a good show,â Lilith murmured. âEspecially when the Archon is starring.â
Should he press his luck? He had to try to find out the truth for Angelaâs sake. He knew she was suffering, even if she couldnât tell him anymore.
âPerhaps it wasnât wise for you to come,â Kim began.
Lilith peered at him sharply. âWhat do you mean? What nonsense are you about to annoy me with?â
âWell, there are rumors that youâre controlling the Archon. That Sheâs little more than a puppet ruler with you pulling the strings. That makes you a target for Lucifelâs remaining worshippers, andââ
âAnd?â Her voice burned like her eyes.
âItâs common knowledge your son, Python, desires the Throne of Hell. No one would be surprised if youâre doing what you can to keep him off it. Who can really blame you?â
Lilith said nothing. Her sensual lips sealed into a tight line. âI knew I shouldnât have started a conversation with you,â she finally said, sighing. âYouâre as ignorant as the rest of your race. Ah, wait, Iâd forgotten. Youâre the only half-Jinn unfortunate enough to be alive.â She narrowed her eyes at him, as if trying to pierce him with her words. âI wonder what itâs like to be in love with a woman who barely remembers who you are? If youâve decided to become Angela Mathersâs knight in shining armor now, you might as well put an end to the dream today. I think itâs painfully clear youâre