Made In Hell (Urban Fantasy) (Caith Morningstar Book 3) by Celia Kyle

Author:Celia Kyle [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw
Published: 2016-09-06T05:00:00+00:00

12

I crossed my arms, raised a single brow, and scraped the human woman with my gaze. Demons weren’t the only sneaky bitches of the world. Humans could be just as conniving. I’d only seen her once before and that had been on a postcard Uncle Luc had sent me.

A year ago.

Which didn’t add up since she’d been pregnant then and was still pregnant now.

“Should you have popped that by now?” I gestured to her large belly. “Do you need help with that?”

Look, the chick could be as sweet as pie, but I’d been around long enough to know how to count.

“Hey!” Nancy clutched her belly with both hands.

“Now, infans…”

Really, I hated that nickname now. I’d loved it for hundreds of years and now I wanted to hit something every time I heard it.

Uncle Luc took Nancy’s hand and led her to the sofa. “You of all people should know that the children of immortal beings do not follow mortal rules.” He smiled down at the woman. Him. Satan. He smiled. “Though Nancy is due quite soon.”

I pursed my lips, staring at my uncle’s lover. She didn’t look like much. She had a sort of vacant expression on her face that made me think Uncle Luc hadn’t picked her for her brains. Which was probably why Uncle Luc and Marilyn hadn’t lasted long. She was one smart cookie.

But I supposed Uncle Luc was right about how pregnancy worked when the father of the child was a fallen angel and ruler of the infernal realms. Nancy’s pregnancy was probably nothing like a human’s.

“Okay,” I drawled. “I hope you didn’t come here expecting a baby shower because we’ve got too much shit to deal with at the moment.”

“Don’t say ‘shit.’” Nancy pointed at me and then turned her attention to Uncle Luc. “Tell her she can’t say ‘shit’ around my baby.”

“Seriously?” I snorted. “The kid is literally the spawn of Satan, but nooo,” —sarcasm, I had it— “let’s not harm its unborn virgin ears!” I clapped both hands to my cheeks. I thought I’d finally lost my mind.

Uncle Luc shot me an annoyed look. “Caith, infans, we’ve had a long trip and I’m sure Nancy is tired. And quite hungry.”

Nancy perked up, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat. “I’m starved! Do you have any yogurt? Nonfat, please. I’m trying to keep my figure.” She ran her hands over her rotund belly.

“Right.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure Momma has something in the kitchen.” Uncle Luc shot me a speaking glance and I sighed. “And I guess Uncle Luc and I will go and get it.” I flashed Papa Al and apologetic smile. “You’ll keep Nancy company, won’t you?”

My father’s glare told me I’d be paying for leaving him with the very pregnant—and already getting on my nerves—Nancy. Uncle Luc and I headed into the kitchen and I immediately went searching for something for Nancy to eat.

Something fatty. And high calorie. And sure to clog arteries.

I found one of Momma R’s casseroles. Boom.

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