“Wait, really?” Orion had helped take down goblins and minor demons in a hell realm not long ago. The threat then had been to open the world so that the demon lord, Abaddon, might have dominion over mortals. Then, when the predicted Darkness came, it would have a toehold in the living worlds, because the mortal plane would always be connected to the other realms, no matter how much fae and gods wished otherwise. “I thought we took care of the demon threat when the big guy died.” When Macy and Duncan had killed Abaddon, also known as the Lord of Doom.
“So did the rest of us. But the boss says no. It’s connected, she thinks, to demon-kin. Something about you-know-who’s mom and that guy she slept with and the other guy who’s his dad and—”
“I’m going to stop you right there, Kraft. You’re confusing me, and I need all my brainpower to drive.” He yawned. “That took a lot out of me.” He hadn’t talked to Kaia yet tonight. But did he have to? She wasn’treallyhis mate. Or was she? Make a choice, Kraft had said.
Well, Orion was making one by not making one. Not about Kaia. He didn’t have the energy, frankly, and he’d never admit to anyone that he was so unnerved about a female.
“That lightning was massive,” Kraft said as they pulled into the driveway of the house. “And I’m thinking it’s not something Mormo or Hecate know about.”
Orion frowned.
“Well, they’re not going to hear it from me.”
Orion parked in the garage and sighed. “Thanks.”
“No problem. But now you owe me.”
Orion groaned.
“The next time Onvyr loses his mind and tries to attack us, and Mormo puts me on elf-sitting duty, you take my place.”
As far as debts went, that one seemed fair. “I suppose I did try to kind of kill you.”
Kraft glared and pointed at the scorch mark still healing on his chest. “Kind of?”
Orion flushed, embarrassed to have lost control. “Fine. I’ll elf-sit when he loses it. But you don’t mention any of this to anyone.”
“Scout’s honor.”
Orion frowned. “Since when were you a Boy Scout?”
“I’ve eaten a few.”
Orion raised a brow.
Kraft scoffed. “Oh please. Not kids. I mean mature, used-to-be Scouts. Does that count?”
“I guess.”
Kraft said in a low voice, “Now let’s get our stories straight before we’re interrogated by ‘Mr. Mormo.’” They snickered at the stupid name.
As if they’d conjured him by saying it, Mormo appeared, annoyed as usual.
“What the heck did you two do? I saw that lighting, and it wasn’t natural.” His steady gaze went from Kraft’s bare, healing chest to Orion.
“We got the warlocks.” Orion popped the trunk, and Rolf appeared to carry the unconscious warlocks away.
“What happened to the Land Rover?” Mormo blinked. “We just got this fixed!”
“Drug gang,” Orion said quickly. “Oh, and I wanted to tell you, some guy named Morpheus said you owe him a drink.”
Mormo’s face took on a blank expression.
Kraft looked intrigued. “Mormo, who’s Morpheus?”
Orion grinned. “No, wait, he told me he had plans to ‘tag that sexy magician.’ He meant you. So who is the guy?”
Mormo shot him a scorching look before vanishing.
