Page 99 of Wicked Believer

“Working with Michael serves my purposes currently, but considering he was working with you first ...” I flash the orange card from my pile at her that reads Get Out of Jail Free.

“You want to trade?” She lifts a brow.

I nod. “Naturally.”

“Technically you’re not allowed to trade when you’re in jail,” she says, her eyes narrowing suspiciously, “but since it’s just the two of us.” She seizes the orange card from my hand and returns it to the discard pile, before moving her piece to Just Visiting. “Michael wants to start the apocalypse. Thinks it will get Father’s attention and make Him come back, you see.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

She cradles the dice within her palm, glancing toward my properties. “It’ll cost you.”

I huff, slipping my one remaining red across the table toward her. Kentucky.

She claps her hands, grinning delightedly as she lines it up in the little row of cards in front of her. “He knows he can’t open the seals without you, but the others don’t.”

I smile. “Interesting.”

She rolls the dice and takes her turn, scowling when she doesn’t land on Free Parking and instead ends up on St. James Place.

Which currently belongs to me.

Begrudgingly, she shoves the fourteen dollars of fake money toward me.

“And his plan?”

She shrugs.

Clearly, if I expect her to be forthcoming, it’s going to cost me. I sigh, leaning back in my chair as I tip my chin toward the small pile of gold hundreds in the middle before I make a show of glancing over my shoulder pointedly. “Did you hear that?”

When I turn back toward the table, the stack of bills is mysteriously missing, and Mammon’s own pile of money is incrementally higher.

She makes a meal of thumbing through her five hundreds. “He thinks he can get Mother to open them without you.”

“Mother?”

“Or the Horsemen. All of us. Whichever comes easier, it seems.”

“Seems a bit—”

“Single-minded,” she finishes for me. “You know that was always Michael’s weakness.”

“Mmph,” I grumble in agreement, moving my piece.

This time, I land on Park Place, and I’m forced to pay her the exorbitant rent fee.

“And what does any of this have to do with your skinny little bitch?” she says after several more turns in silence. She nods toward the living room, where my dossier remains. “She’s all that’severon your mind these days.”

I shrug. “Someone needs to teach her what it means to be divine, to use her power, and who better than my one and only beloved sister?”

Mimi scoffs.

“Don’t play coy, sissy. You’ve wanted another woman on this side of the celestial divide ever since Father chose to cast us out.”

“I wantedattention, connection.” She bristles. “You don’t know what it’s like being the sole female among so many—”

“Prideful peacocks?” I finish for her, quirking a brow.

She smirks. “I was going to say douchebags, actually.”