Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷: 𝓢𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷

☆☆ I hate the cover of this book so much, but idk how to fix it :/ ☆☆

Eerie

I gritted my teeth in anger as Cael was dragged away from me. My grip on my glass became so tight I was concerned it would break.

"Master Eerie?" A tentative voice questioned me. I looked up to the Korean waiter, who was seemingly friends with Cael. "Are you alright? Would you like another drink?"

"No."

He nodded slowly. "May I tell you a secret, Master Eerie?" I wiggled my index and middle finger in a 'come here' motion. He leaned to whisper in my ear. "He likes you too. He says all kinds of things about you."

"Like?" I murmur back, delighted to hear he felt the same for me, and that look in his eyes when I tripped him wasn't just surprise.

"He thinks you're pretty. Ethereally so. He thinks you are sexy and dangerous, all in the best ways."

"Thank you for the information. Here's a little something to make it worth your while." I dug out my wallet and grabbed a stack of hundreds, shoving it into the little pocket on the side of his shorts.

"You didn't have to ... I want to see him succeed in love as a friend, not an informant." I waved him off. "It's chump change. Here's my cup, I'm leaving." He grabbed my cup and walked back to the bar with it as I strolled towards the exit.

I looked over my shoulder to see the cute incubus crying and Master Zion hugging him.

I knew his face would be sensuous even when tears rolled down those pink cheeks. I smirked. Cael looked up for a split second and made eye contact with me, blushing hard. I threw him a saucy wink and left the building.

"Have a great day, Eerie." The vampire who guards the door waved goodbye with his pet by his side. I didn't know either of their names, but they clearly knew mine.

I nodded in response, hurrying to my car. I opened the door and sat there for a second, thinking of what to do about this little crush of mine. I thought of a plan, and despite how immorally correct it sounded, I was ready to start my plan. I revved up my car and drove off towards my home.

"I have to go to hell."

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I waited till the next day to go to hell. I wanted to relax, and a nice hot bubble bath with two bottles of wine and a long nights sleep did just that.

And a long night sleep I had.

I found myself waking up to the sun pouring through my white linen curtains. I stretched with a yawn, pulling myself up into a sitting position and rubbed my eyes.

I sat there for a moment before deciding to shower. I slid out of my bed, stripping as I went. I took a quick, hot shower since Hell is freezing in the winter.

I finished my shower and dressed in a cream sweater with black pants and black trenchcoat.

I put on some light cologne and headed out the door to my car. The radio came in, soft piano filling the interior.

I drove the path I had memorized and made my way to the huge scorch mark in the forest. I kneeled down next to it and knocked on the firm earth. It opened like a flower, revealing a firey orange smoke surrounding a concrete staircase.

I took the first step, then the second, descending down into Hell. The hole closed behind me and I pushed open the sixteen foot black, iron-wrought gates.