“That’s great and all, but how can we weaken someone we cannot locate?” Grim asked.
Lilith heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Honestly, do I have to do everything around here? All the clues are in front of them, and yet they still need me to hand them the answer.” Then she leveled her gaze at Grim. “Dreamwalks are better than reality. Whatever happens there happens here. Merri controls the dream realm. And she isn’t limited to one partner at a time.”
“That’s true! I’ve been in her dreams with Lucifer twice now,” Sin piped up.
“So, we convince her to pull more than one of us in...” I began, trailing off as I couldn’t fully connect the dots.
“And bring her into her full power so she can weaken him in a dream,” Chaos finished for me.
“Now you’re getting it. Well done, boys.” Lilith brushed her hands off as though washing them clean of us. “You should probably find somewhere to sleep. You’re all looking a little... tired.”
Sin winced, but it was Remi who spoke.
“Oooh, that’s the kiss of death. Everyone knows when someone says you look tired, they really mean you look like shit.”
“They don’t sleep. They fuck her in the dreams, Remington,” Gavin muttered. “She’s a succubus.”
“Nice!”
I was about to infect him with a case of laryngitis when Caleb rushed into the room, eyes panicked, face even more pale than before he left. “They’re gone. The patrol group is all dead, and Sunday and Pan are fecking gone.”
The ground seemed to drop out from beneath me.
No.
Chaos was at my side, his arm wrapped tightly around me, keeping me upright.
“We’ll find him,” he promised.
“We can’t even find Merri,” I muttered, before my fury broke free and I kicked over the table next to me. “What fucking good is it being a horseman when we fail at every fucking turn?”
Chaos turned to me and let out a pulse of his power, the rage coming from him rattling me enough to pull my focus.
“Whoa, nelly,” Remi whispered. “Did anyone else feel that?”
“It’s l-like f-fight club on s-steroids,” Ben said, speaking for the first time since he nearly died. Now he was standing with one arm slung over Rosie’s shoulder, using her for support, but just barely.
Chaos ignored them, choosing to put every ounce of his attention on me. “We will find him, Malice. It’s all connected. If we find Lucifer, we find your son.”
The room had grown so quiet in the wake of my and Chaos’s outbursts that you could have heard a pin drop. There was a soft gasp, and then Rosie straightened, taking a step toward me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, already knowing what was coming.
“Wait a second. Pan is your son?”
Chapter
Thirty-One
MERRI
The first thing I noticed when I entered the dream was the moon. It hung heavy and low, looking almost comically large in the star-spangled sky. The second thing I clocked was the château. Idyllic and beautiful, it made my chest ache with longing for the men I loved. I could be with them in dreams, sure, but I wanted every moment to be a reality. Instead, I’d gotten myself trapped.
As I wandered the property, I let my power guide me toward my goal. It wasn’t the sprawling estate or the gardens I was searching for. It washim. Tall, broad, handsome, and brutal, Chaos stood near the trees at the back of the house. He took my breath away on a good day, but right now? The look on his face was so fierce my heart stuttered.
“Where were you last night?” he snapped, pulling me out of my reverie.
“Well, hello to you, too.”
