“Y’know, beautiful, you should start tagging along to the meetings. They’re boring as hell, but Lute always kicks off these damn arguments that drag on for hours,” Adam complained, leaning in a little closer.

He pulled you in, his arms wrapping around your waist. “And get this: the King of Hell’s daughter showed up trying to convince us to let those filthy demons into heaven. Oh, and to stop exterminating them. Like, what the hell?” His voice was louder than he intended, the irritation obvious.

He let out a long, exasperated sigh. “But, luckily, Lute wasn’t being her usual pain in the ass and actually helped me kick that entitled little brat out of Heaven.” A chuckle escaped him as he reminisced. “You should’ve seen it—priceless.”