Page 24 of His Little Devil

She has such a sour expression on her face that I can’t fight my laughter. Glaring at me, she places her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry. Let’s go,” I say, then take her hand again. I don’t think I will ever tire of her touch.

I lead her into another room that I spend a lot of time in, and she snorts when she sees it’s basically a man cave.

“Grab some snacks and then we can continue that god-awful movie,” I say with a shudder, and she laughs.

“The Covenant is not an awful movie, and where am I supposed to get my knowledge in the occult from?”

I stare at her for a moment and blink, then wave my hands around the castle. “We are in Hell! Have you not been to the library? It’s overrun with family grimoires and spell books.”

“No, I’ve seriously only been to the bedroom and dining room. Thimon doesn’t let me explore.”

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the pantry that's stuffed with sugary, high-fat snacks and hand some of them to her, then start walking back to the bedroom.

“Well, tomorrow, love, it looks like we have a date with some old, dusty books.”

“Kane this is incredible,”Silver gasps as I unlock the library doors. Wiping the blood off on my pant leg, I hold the door open for her to go first before following her inside.

Sconces cover all the walls, and it looks like Luke was in here recently. There is a stack of books next to his favorite armchair, that rests in front of the fire.

Silver steps over to one of the shelves, and I have to smile as she squeals after opening one of the tomes.

“Careful, love, this is Hell,” I remind her as she steps too close to the Book of Horrors.

“That's horrifying, Kane,” she mumbles before wiping off the saliva on her dress.

After showing up to meet me in another set of lingerie, this one a god awful hot pink, I conjured her up some real clothes.

The hug she gave me after made Luke's wrath worth it.

I don't understand him, and I'm a sex demon. If Silver was my bride, I wouldn't want all the demons and guards seeing her in a state of undress.

“Yeah, let's avoid that shelf for now. Come with me.” Offering my hand, I wait until her palm touches mine, then lead her to my favorite part of this place.

Opening a side door, I take her into the potion chamber.

If I thought her eyes were wide in the garden, they are huge now.

Shaking her head, she laughs. “I still can't believe all this magic shit is real.”

“Just wait.”

With a snap of my fingers all the lights turn out, and the room is lit with candles.

Moving toward the bench that holds a huge book of potions, I grab some ingredients for a simple spell.

Silver watches me as I grind up some eye of newt in a pestle, then pour it into a small cauldron that's already bubbling with just regular water.

“Will you grab the Blinkroot, and Daybloom for me please?” I ask her, then point to a shelf behind her.

“Please tell me they are labeled,” she mumbles under her breath, and I laugh, shaking my head.

Silver returns with what I need, and I hand her a black Raven's feather.

“So what's next?”

“Take a pinch of the Blinkroot and pop it in my handy dandy cauldron here. Then add a few drops of Daybloom and stir.”