Chapter 3

"Yuh my bitch now, devil," I slurred, coming around sluggishly. "Underworlssmine."

A snort made my heart soar.

"You're not dead," Edison laughed, and my heart fluttered as I realised he was stroking my hair. He'd been holding me while I slept, stroking my hair, watching me sleep.1 "You just passed out for a few minutes."

"Best news ever. I love you guys, I love life, I don't wanna die." I cracked an eye open, looking at his beautiful, harsh face, and brushed a sleepy kiss to his jaw. "I also really, really, really love orgasms. Did you know?"

Edison snorted, kissing my forehead. "Yeah, Blossom, I know. You've mentioned it a few times."

"A few hundred," Hugh said with a low, rumbly laugh that made my blood thump faster. "Are you okay, little scorpion?"

"Good," I replied honestly, resting my head on Edison's shoulder to survey the room. We were sat in the same chair I'd fucked Brannigan in2 and Dean was talking to my two vampires across the room, the three of them with their heads bent over a screen.

Slasher glanced over, his expression intense until he saw I was awake and a massive grin overtook his face. But the fact he hadn't heard our conversation, that he'd been so focused on the screen, was a bad sign.

He strode across the small room to caress my cheek, lowering his forehead to rest against mine, long black hair spilling around us. "You are the most important person in the entire universe. I'm glad you're awake, cream pie."

A lump formed in my throat. I closed the tiny distance between our lips and kissed him with a soft, loving press.

"Cream pie isn't a dessert," Edison muttered.

Slasher scowled against my mouth. "It is."

"No chance. It doesn't exist."

"Does too!" Slasher argued like a very bitey two-year-old as he pulled back from me.

"You just made it up," Edison scoffed, his hands flexing where they'd come to rest on my back.

"Actually," Brannigan put in, his tone the intelligent and enthusiastic one I loved so much. "Cream pies do exist, and not just in the sense you're thinking of. I remember having a chocolate cream pie many years ago when I lived in America. I believe now it's known as a Boston cream pie."

"Is that when we take Rebel to Boston and all come inside her?" Dean asked with a wicked smirk that made me want to climb him like a tree.

"It's a cake with a cream filling," Brannigan said, unamused with their bullshit.

"I could be a cake with a cream filling," I told Brannigan with a wink.

His eyes creased when he laughed. Immune to everyone else's bullshit as he might be, Brannigan had a particular weakness for mine.

"I already filled you with cream," he pointed out, straightening his bow-tie and betraying that he was still a little self conscious with dirty talk. And fucking adorable.

Hugh groaned. "Enough cream talking. You make me hungry."

Judging by the darkness in his eyes, he wasn't talking about food-hungry. I swallowed, a little shiver moving across my skin.

"We've got time for round two, right?" I asked hopefully.

"Always, babygi—" Dean began, but his head snapped around to the screen. I spotted the same streak of movement he had.

It was only a small blur, but it was enough to see a figure creeping through the woods with white feathers tumbling down their back, wings dragging along the ground.

"That's the Cupid," Dean growled, straightening to his full height. "Let's go."

I sighed heavily, heat pounding inside me. I was going to complain about this the whole way.

"You get to kill the Cupid, gingerbread," Slasher reminded me.

I grinned. He was right. We had a killer to hunt, and this was going to be fun.