Eisha rolls her eyes and shoves him so he nearly falls out of his chair. “Go on, and stop yapping at me. I’ll follow.”
Melchom starts to protest, but when he sees the way Crypt is still looking at him as if he’s envisioning the most painful method to peel the demon’s flesh off, he quickly leaves. I watch out the gas station window as he gets on a gleaming motorcycle in the parking lot beside the twins on their own motorcycles. The fourth empty bike must be Eisha’s.
Kenzie told me about motorcycles weeks ago, but it’s my first time seeing them in real life.
Those look fun.
Everett, Silas, and Crypt follow where I’m looking. Everett scoffs, speaking telepathically.
I’d offer to buy you one, but those things are death traps.
You seem to think that’s not a selling point. I watch one of the twins start his bike and rev the engine.
Driving an unwieldy, clunky car doesn’t come naturally to me.
But one of those? Yes, please.
Baelfire glances between us and scowls. “Damn it, what the fuck am I missing?”
That snaps me out of it, and I look back at Eisha.
“All you did was talk about Amato. You haven’t explained why you wanted a word with me, so spit it out.”
One corner of her lips draws up. She seems almost wistful, which is fucking weird for a demon.
“This was it,telum. Just wanted to meet you for myself.”
“Bullshit.”
She laughs. “Think whatever the fuck you want, but I just had to see what my old pal’s daughter was like. Gotta say, I’m not disappointed. You seem like a hell of a lot more fun than Amato was—but I’d still like to rip that immortal cunt’s head off myself for killing him. Speaking of which, I hope you know you’ve got our backing. Most of us demons in this realm stan you hard, kid.”
“You mean a bunch of disloyal, cheating, conniving, innocence-devouring Nether spawn are somehow on my side?” I clarify.
“Sure as fucking sin, we are.”
I don’t trust demons, but it’s a nice thought.
“One last question. How did you find me here?” I demand.
Eisha smirks. “Tracked the phone you used to call Mel a few days ago. Wasn’t easy, but did the trick.”
Damn it. I should have known. With a sigh, I pull the flip phone from my pocket, snap it in half, and drop it in the demon’s soda.
Eisha laughs uproariously as she stands to leave, nodding her chin at me. “Really, though. If you’re looking for help shredding the Legacy Council and bringing anarchy to the world, hit me up,telum.”
She finally leaves. I watch the four demons peel out of the parking lot on those pretty motorcycles.
Crypt drops into Limbo without a word as Baelfire grunts, “You know what? For demons, they weren’t as bad as I expected.”
“Are you serious? Did you see the way they ate?” Everett grimaces. “Fucking unhinged their jaws.”
Bael snorts and then leans down to kiss the top of my head. “All right. Game plan. We’ll get fries and shit here, but since we’ll be driving through the night, let’s also buy you some snacks to try from the gas station?—”
Crypt blurs back into existence, holding an armful of candy, chips, and bottled drinks.
“But buying is so overrated,” he grins.
“Hey, you. Tattoo Guy,” the girl behind the counter says, frowning as she pays attention for the first time since we walked in. “Are you going to pay for all of...”
