Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Sixty

"Evette, this is a friend of mine- Cadmus. Cadmus owns the tattoo parlour. He rents downstairs out to the humans. It's a good cover. Cad, this is my mate Evette. She's the witch oracle."

"Yeah, I know who she is. We've heard of you."

She decided not to ask 'all good things?'. Most of the time, that wasn't the case.

Instead, she gave him an awkward smile and waited for Lorcan to explain why they were there.

He said he was taking her out to court her. If that was the case, then she had no idea what they were doing here.

"So the tourist meeting earlier was true?" Cadmus asked Lorcan. He didn't direct his questions at her. Evie sensed he was afraid. The big bad demon was afraid of her. Afraid of what she knew. The rumours of her weren't exactly great.

"It was all real. My mate went behind my back to reintroduce herself to the world." A pointed look was sent her way. "But it was true. And good thinking, I suppose. Soon, everyone will know that the witch has been claimed."

He gave her hand a supportive squeeze. Right. He knew what she was feeling.

"What are we doing here?" she asked him, lowering her voice. She knew the demon could still hear, but she didn't want to seem rude.

"I'm getting a tattoo."

She stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

Physically, he couldn't be changed. He'd frozen into his immortality over a thousand years ago. That meant every change he made to his body would eventually go back to normal, tattoos included.

A change had to be mega powerful to last. Like a werewolf's mark on their mate. Something that changed the very essence and being of an immortal. A tattoo wouldn't work.

"But-"

"The Inferno demons use hellfire."

Her eyes went wide. "That's not at all dangerous."

"Relax. They know what they're doing."

She doubted that.

Demons were notoriously reckless, this breed in particular. But she trusted Lorcan. If he trusted them, she'd trust them too.

He knew what he was doing, even if these demons didn't.

"Why would you want a tattoo?"

"You'll see."

"But-"

"Relax, pet."

She sighed. When the demons offered her a chair, she declined, far too tense to sit down.

She watched Lorcan who was led to a chair of his own.

She tried to relax and failed. Something always went wrong where hellfire was concerned.

"Did Caspian tell you what I want doing?" Lorcan asked.

The demon, Cadmus, chuckled. "He told us not to fuck it up, if that counts. He reminded us you're a King who'd kill us for messing up. By chance, I happen to like my head on my shoulders."

"He wasn't wrong."

The demons laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn't.

He cast Evie a quick glance. She looked uncomfortable around the demons, but she was managing- for him. His presence was comforting enough. He was going to throttle her later.

Was she crazy? He'd spent the entire day contemplating it. She'd openly allowed an onslaught of immortals into her shop, putting herself directly in the way of danger.