Hell on Earth 2 - The Road to Hell by Jackie Kessler

Author:Jackie Kessler [Kessler, Jackie]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:20:44+00:00

I open my eyes with a gasp. Shivering, I sit up, wrapping the comforter around me. Memories bombard me in kamikaze dives—pictures flash in my mind, snapshots of Circe attempting suicide, of Daun dancing with me, of the golden bracelet on my wrist, of Alecto's plea for Meg's rescue. Of Paul, my man, my Cabin Boy and White Knight, telling me things I didn't want to hear.

Of Lillith stealing his soul.

For a moment, I'm convinced it all happened, that Paul is dead and Meg is being tortured somewhere in the bowels of the Earth. My heart shrivels to a dead lump in my chest, and I can't breathe.

But then I hear Paul's gentle snores, like drunken bumblebees. I turn to look, and yes, there he is, fast asleep next to me. In the soft light of dawn peeking its way around the window shade, I can see Paul's face clearly—in sleep, his features are softened from their usual chiseled preciseness. His strong jaw is relaxed, his lips parted, begging for a kiss.

A huge grin breaks across my face. Of course Paul's next to me, sleeping—it's 6:30 in the morning, according to the clock on my nightstand. Where else would we be now, but in bed?

It was a dream. A stupid, freaking nightmare.

I let out a relieved breath, muffle a giggle between my fingers. That's it. I'm never eating chocolate before bed again. Not unless the chocolate is dripping down Paul's—

"Hon?" Paul's voice, thick with sleep. "What's wrong?"

Just hearing his voice sets my belly fluttering. "Nothing," I say, rolling on top of him to give him a full-body squeeze. The comforter drapes over my shoulders like a cape, and I realize that I'm naked (no real shock) and so is Paul.

That's different. Usually Paul sleeps in his tighty whities, even after a round of Extreme Copulation. He's also fully erect. Maybe he'd been dreaming about me. "I'm just glad to see you," I say, rubbing myself over him. "Feels like you're glad to see me too."

"Mmmm." He opens his eyes, blinks sleepily at me. His lips quirk in an adorable smile. "I'm always glad to see you."

"Flatterer." I reach down to stroke his cheek. The stubble is rough on my fingers, scrapes against the palm of my hand. My brain doesn't get that I'm fully awake, because it flashes an image of Paul in Lillith's arms, of his soul on her lips.

Stop that. It was a dream. It's over, it's done.

"Jess? What's wrong, hon? You look like you're about to cry."

I feel the tears in my eyes. Stupid body. Being human was so… leaky. "I'm okay. Just had a bad dream."

"Want to talk about it?"

"I thought I lost you. It's silly." I smile, force the tears away as I trace the outline of his jaw. "You're right here. Everything's okay now."

Something dances across his eyes, a thought too fast to follow. He nudges my black curls away from my eyes as he peers at my face, an odd smile on his lips.

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