She pats me on the back. “He’ll come around.”

We part ways in the hallway and I re-enter the bedroom. I watch as Blair sleeps and I know what I need to do. I can’t help myself, I need to make sure that she’s having sound dreams and that today’s events aren’t haunting her in her sleep.

31. Blair

Chapter 31

I wake with a start, my heart racing and my breathing heavy. Blinking open my eyes, I look to my left and see Dax looking at me with concern as he cups my cheek.

“Were you in my dream?”

“I was,” he says. I groan and push my face further into the pillow.

“I want to go home,” I say.

“I know, babe, but I think you need to talk to your dad first.”

“Are you saying that as my boyfriend or someone who works for him?” I ask sharply.

“As your boyfriend,” he replies dryly.

“I don’t have much to say to him. He’s lied to me my whole life, left me with my terrible mother. Wasn’t there for Mara, causing her to go bat shit crazy and possess me. And look what a mess he has made with making demons breed on earth. I feel like I don’t know him or want to know him.”

Dax gently pushes my hair behind my ear before his large palm cups my cheek again, and he kisses my forehead.

“I’m not going to lie, Blair. The thought of you sticking up to Lucifer both terrifies me and turns me on.”

I can’t help but to let out a small giggle. “I wonder how fucking the boss’s daughter is going to pan out for you,” I say.

He groans, dragging his other hand over his face. “Don’t remind me.”

“At least things make sense now. I still have a lot of questions.”

“This is why you need to speak with him, if nothing else, to get answers to your questions.”

“Ugh, you’re probably right.”

Part of me wants Dax to try and touch me, bring back that connection that we have physically. The other part of me is scared shitless to be intimate again. I know I told him to stab me, and if he was in my dream last night, he knows I was just watching that over and over. I can’t help fixating on it. I’ve been through Hell and back—literally—in the past few days, and that’s the one event that I just can’t scrub from my mind.

“Hey,” he says, both hands gently holding my face.

“Hey,” I reply in a soft voice.