My Way to Hell Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: dakota cassidy
She was in Delaney’s bedroom, but it was different. Her king-size bed was gone—the one that bedded those creatures she was always saving—replaced by a queen, and her cramped closet was virtually empty. Kellen’s cats, Vern and Shirley, had chosen a sparse corner to curl up in together, undisturbed by her abrupt entry.
After giving the room a good once-over, she lifted her head.
Their eyes met again and held.
Formalities were in order. “So, what’s good?” she asked, like she’d just asked him about his well-being only yesterday.
“Good?”
“Yeah. You know, like wha’s up? What’s happenin’? What’s goin’ awn?” She made pistols of her fingers, shooting them at him.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Say again?”
“I said, are you kidding me?”
“About?”
Kellen’s cheeks sank into his face with an inward suck of air. His anger was so flagrant, if she stuck her tongue out, she might taste it. Like the first falling snowflake of the season.
“You have some set, Marcella.”
She couldn’t resist. She looked down at her breasts, hovering enticingly over the top of her dress, then captured Kellen’s eyes with a sultry, knowing glance. “That’s what all the boys say.”
He didn’t even flinch. “Ever mouthy, I see. Three months didn’t change that.”
Marcella blew him a kiss with the pout of her red lips.
“So. Explain yourself.”
She’d bristle if his demand wasn’t so exquisitely hot it sent a ripple of pleasure straight to her passion parts. “What am I explaining?”
“You did not just pop in here after that vanishing act you pulled and ask me how it’s going like you haven’t been missing for three solid months.”
Her eyes swept over her very unghostly form. Well, it hadn’t been easy as popping went. But that sort of fit the bill. “Au contraire.”
Kellen’s disbelief was written in the thin set of his usually full lips and in the tight pull of his black sweater across his pecs when he squared his shoulders. “Where have you been?”
No way was she spilling where she’d ended up. If she knew anything, she knew Delaney and the kind of guilt only her BFF could work herself up over if she had even the tiniest of inkling about where Marcella had been these last months. Delaney was better off thinking she’d gone off to some exclusive spa to recuperate after their bitch slapfest with Lucifer. She looked down at her dress but said nothing. One of the hardest things for her as a demon had been lying. She’d never been deft at deception. Sometimes you said it best when you said nothing at all.
Cocky and Kellen became one when he crossed his arms over his wall of a chest and widened his stance. “Wait. Let me guess. You were so booked with social engagements in the afterlife that you couldn’t take the time out to let Delaney know you were safe, right?”
Out of the blue, eyeballing his clear disdain for her, a disdain she’d allowed, nay, cultivated for years, made her bone-weary. Suddenly and unmistakably, she was just plain whupped. They’d been at each other’s throats for a decade. If this was the last time she’d ever see him, the need to keep her cover wasn’t nearly as important as it had once been when she was earthbound, but it was crucial if he were to believe she’d just been selfishly off doing Marcella-like things. All the snipes she’d taken at him over the years were to keep him at arm’s length. Not only did it solidify Kellen’s hatred of demons, it kept her from ever having to worry that he’d succumb to her charms should a weak moment arise and she give in to the mad crush she’d had on him forever.
Knowing she should be angry at his assumption that she’d been doing nothing more than flitting from party to fucking party went without saying, but that required work. She was too tired to put much effort into arguing with him. It was a merry-go-round she didn’t feel like getting the pukes from riding.
Instead, Marcella
After giving the room a good once-over, she lifted her head.
Their eyes met again and held.
Formalities were in order. “So, what’s good?” she asked, like she’d just asked him about his well-being only yesterday.
“Good?”
“Yeah. You know, like wha’s up? What’s happenin’? What’s goin’ awn?” She made pistols of her fingers, shooting them at him.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Say again?”
“I said, are you kidding me?”
“About?”
Kellen’s cheeks sank into his face with an inward suck of air. His anger was so flagrant, if she stuck her tongue out, she might taste it. Like the first falling snowflake of the season.
“You have some set, Marcella.”
She couldn’t resist. She looked down at her breasts, hovering enticingly over the top of her dress, then captured Kellen’s eyes with a sultry, knowing glance. “That’s what all the boys say.”
He didn’t even flinch. “Ever mouthy, I see. Three months didn’t change that.”
Marcella blew him a kiss with the pout of her red lips.
“So. Explain yourself.”
She’d bristle if his demand wasn’t so exquisitely hot it sent a ripple of pleasure straight to her passion parts. “What am I explaining?”
“You did not just pop in here after that vanishing act you pulled and ask me how it’s going like you haven’t been missing for three solid months.”
Her eyes swept over her very unghostly form. Well, it hadn’t been easy as popping went. But that sort of fit the bill. “Au contraire.”
Kellen’s disbelief was written in the thin set of his usually full lips and in the tight pull of his black sweater across his pecs when he squared his shoulders. “Where have you been?”
No way was she spilling where she’d ended up. If she knew anything, she knew Delaney and the kind of guilt only her BFF could work herself up over if she had even the tiniest of inkling about where Marcella had been these last months. Delaney was better off thinking she’d gone off to some exclusive spa to recuperate after their bitch slapfest with Lucifer. She looked down at her dress but said nothing. One of the hardest things for her as a demon had been lying. She’d never been deft at deception. Sometimes you said it best when you said nothing at all.
Cocky and Kellen became one when he crossed his arms over his wall of a chest and widened his stance. “Wait. Let me guess. You were so booked with social engagements in the afterlife that you couldn’t take the time out to let Delaney know you were safe, right?”
Out of the blue, eyeballing his clear disdain for her, a disdain she’d allowed, nay, cultivated for years, made her bone-weary. Suddenly and unmistakably, she was just plain whupped. They’d been at each other’s throats for a decade. If this was the last time she’d ever see him, the need to keep her cover wasn’t nearly as important as it had once been when she was earthbound, but it was crucial if he were to believe she’d just been selfishly off doing Marcella-like things. All the snipes she’d taken at him over the years were to keep him at arm’s length. Not only did it solidify Kellen’s hatred of demons, it kept her from ever having to worry that he’d succumb to her charms should a weak moment arise and she give in to the mad crush she’d had on him forever.
Knowing she should be angry at his assumption that she’d been doing nothing more than flitting from party to fucking party went without saying, but that required work. She was too tired to put much effort into arguing with him. It was a merry-go-round she didn’t feel like getting the pukes from riding.
Instead, Marcella