Chapters (42)
- Charming Your Dad
- Spotify Playlist
- Dedication
- Content Warning
- 1. Blair
- 2. Dax
- 3. Blair
- 4. Dax
- 5. Blair
- 6. Dax
- 7. Blair
- 8. Dax
- 9. Blair
- 10. Blair
- 11. Dax
- 12. Blair
- 13. Dax
- 14. Blair
- 15. Dax
- 16. Blair
- 17. Blair
- 18. Blair
- 19. Dax
- 20. Blair
- 21. Dax
- 22. Blair
- 23. Dax
- 24. Blair
- 25. Dax
- 26. Dax
- 27. Blair
- 28. Blair
- 29. Dax
- 30. Dax
- 31. Blair
- 32. Dax
- 33. Blair
- 34. Blair
- 35. Blair
- 36. Dax
- About the Author
- Acknowledgements
I shut my mouth. Not wanting to upset him more than I already have. As I watch the way he looks at Blair, I see some resemblance. The dark hair, the brown eyes. If it were any other circumstance, I would ask him if his eyes change color too. It’s clear he loves Blair in his own way. I never met Blair’s mother, but it seems she gets her lack of patience for people from her father as well.
“Milcom, my lord,” Lilith says, bringing the large demon into the opulent bedroom.
“You’ve asked for me, my lord,” Milcom says, and he audibly swallows.
“Yes, well. Once my daughters wake up, we can discuss. Lilith, love. Will you get me some smelling salts?”
“Yes, sir,” Lilith replies, and I don’t miss the slight twitch of Lucifer’s mouth. Lilith’s small hand clutches the vial before handing it to her lord.
“Thank you, love. You are dismissed.” The petite female demon pouts, her bottom lip sticking out as she looks at the most powerful entity in Hell. “Now darling, what have I said about pouting? I’ll see you momentarily.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with sass, and Lucifer’s hand clenches. I wouldn’t doubt that Lilith’s ass is going to be paying for that later.
My hand cups the back of Blair’s head as it rests on my thigh. Lucifer brings the salt to her nose, and she quickly gulps a large inhale of air before sitting up and looking around.
“Are you going to destroy me now?” Mara asks, looking at Lucifer’s eyes.
“Do you know who I am?” he asks.
“The father who didn’t love me enough to protect me,” Mara says, shuffling away on her bottom, no longer in my arms and taking a defensive pose. It’s hard to correlate the fact that the person who is scared and shaking isn’t my witch. The person I want to comfort is deep down in there, I know she is. But Blair isn’t the one who is present right now.
All I want to do is shake this demon out of my girl and get out of here. This family reunion isn’t something I signed up for and frankly, I need to conceptualize that I’m falling for the king of Hell’s daughter.
“Sweet girl, no. I would never want to destroy either of my daughters. I want you both to be happy and whole.” I’ve never heard Lucifer sound and look so… human.
“But, why? Why did you visit Blair and give her magic to stay whole and you never visited me?”