Book One: Chapter 68

“Nine days.”

She had tasked this one with keeping track of the time. A silly task, but to a being that had lived for so many centuries, it was easy to lose count of something as small as a day.

“Nine. Wow. Romeo must be going nuts.” She looked at the soul, dressed in white shorts and a tux jacket. He was blond, with hazel eyes, clearly a young man once upon a time. He didn’t respond to her — the souls of the Damned rarely did. Social cues were beyond such creatures.

“Hmm. I wonder what he’s up to.” Lily sipped her refilled drink. Her infernal magic had been directed outward, waiting to sense a new challenge from Mike or, if he was stupid, his third orgasm. So far, he was lying low, probably trying to prolong what was left of his existence.

Lily smiled. Maybe she would let him wake up and go about his life. The next time he boned one of his monsters, she could claim him on the spot.

Lily’s smile faded from her face. No, she wouldn’t do that. When Elizabe