"So … do you have to eat people?" she asked Jared.
"No. They taste the best, though, and Dark One doesn't give a shit who we eat."
Ugh. There were moments when she wasn't able to reconcile her lover with the devil. "What about kids? How are demon babies raised? On blood?"
"Kids?" Past-Death echoed. "You want to have kids with him?"
"I want to spend my life with him."
"So you think you can do the whole house, kids, college shit with the devil?"
I don't know. Deidre craved him, but she also feared what it meant to be a demon. She hadn't thought twice about having children. The idea was unusually … natural. As if it was supposed to be this way with her mate. But demon children and raising them on blood? I can't do that!
"Half-breeds can eat humans or human food," Jared supplied.
"I can barely think about tomorrow let alone what happens if things work out," Past-Death admitted.
Deidre wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. She'd been thinking a lot about what life with the devil really meant since realizing she no longer had the urge to leave her mate.
"Maybe that's best," she murmured. "I mean, we don't know if I'll ever see him again. Thinking that far ahead … confuses me."
"Let's focus on getting out of here," past-Death rose and crossed to the door. "We have to find it." She pulled at the door then pushed before squatting to study the hinges.
"Find what?" Deidre asked, watching.
"Something that belongs to Gabriel. We have to get it before … they … do." Past-Death grunted as she pulled at a hinge.
"What could be … oh." Deidre recalled the last conversation she'd had with Gabriel. His soul was here somewhere, and if the traitors found it …
She didn't know what happened but assumed it was really bad.
"I know where it is," past-Death said. She straightened. "Dammit! They must've fixed the cell doors. I hadn't used this damn dungeon in forever, except for …" She cocked her head to the side, pensive.
"Except for what?" Jared asked warily. "What kind of beast would someone like you keep down here? The legendary underworld ogres?"
"They wouldn't fit in a dungeon."
"We've heard all kinds of rumors about the creatures of the underworld. Your trees are possessed, and most the animals are poisonous to demons." The demon sounded uneasy.
"Can't be worse than the monsters in Hell. Anyway, I can't remember. You can thank your master for that one, demon. But I kept something really bad down here." Past-Death blew out a frustrated breath. "Deidre, if either of us gets out of here, you need to go to the top floor, center wing. In my bedroom is a jewelry box. It's there."