Ezra snorted, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. “I could have disproved that for you. Luci refuses to listen to a single thing I say.”

With that he turned back into the bathroom, closing the door. I hurried back down the hall. The apartment was empty. He’d gone back to Hell. Well, good riddance. The hide of him, just showing up, staring at my boobs, eating my fruit, letting his minions annoy my ferret, and not even once mentioning the business of my soul!

Luci let out a very loud whimper. I quickly extracted her from her cage, giving her a hug. Ferrets could be such precious little critters, and in her mind, she’d just been denied a super fun play date.

“Sorry, Lulu. They’re not really ferrets, though. They’re wicked little fiends in cosplay.”

Luci glared at me balefully, completely unconvinced.

“If he tries to do anything to my girls, I’ll turn his hide into a new rug to replace the fragrant Thai one,” I grumbled, nuzzling Luci and fishing a treat out for her to nibble on. “And I’ll mount those horns of his!”

10. A Soft Spot for Mice

Chapter 10

A Soft Spot for Mice

SJ

Mount those horns of his. Mount those horns of his. Mount those …

“Hey, Boss? There’s water falling from the sky,” Bub observed, snapping me out of the torturous reverie that had been echoing inside my skull for days. “Is that normal?”

“How should I know?” I snapped. “I’ve not spent long enough in the Human Realm to know what is normal and what is not up here!”

“Jeez!” Beezle sniffed, sitting and scratching his ear. “You still all torn up over the whole horn mounting thing?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply. The sky water scented the air with an odd, fresh, earthy smell. It was quite pleasant, actually.

“Because you know she probably meant she wanted to nail them,” Bub added, completely unhelpfully.

I turned to glare at the pair of them. Bub’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, and Beezle cocked his head to the side.

“To the wall. Nail them to the wall,” Beezle clarified as my stomach flipped inside out. “You know, the way your dad has that whole wall of trophy horns from the demons who’ve tried to disobey him?”

“Thank you, Beezle,” I muttered, turning and looking up at the healing building … hospital, Jemma Bliss had called it. This was an insane plan. And yet, I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head since she’d mentioned the sick children were desperate to play with her Luci-Fur.

Mount those horns of his … Mount those horns …

Was there a small part of me that had decided to incorporate a visit to her little art activity into her first FiendPay repayment purely due to the fantasies I’d been having every night about her ‘mounting’ my horns? Possibly.