No Good For You

I marched to the front desk. Eleon turned slowly, his gaze easily finding mine past his crowd of groupies. In a flash I understood - he knew I was here. Knew I’d come to check out the disturbance. All of this - maybe even his entire little gang - was designed to get my attention. He smiled with cold eyes, and radiated Want. I didn’t bother to smile back. I would never give him what he wanted. Eleon belonged to a very tiny faction in Hell that wanted to unseat Father and place someone - maybe me - in his place. And if I became the queen of Hell, maybe Eleon could be my second. Whatever he might think, it would never happen.