I frowned. “He’s human.”
“You don’t know what he’s involved in. If he’s targeting a witch, there could be other paranormals there.”
“Okay, you have a point.” I lifted my phone. “I’ll see if Vas is available.”
Sorry, out on demon business. I’ll send someone else.
As long as that someone else wasn’t his uncle. I’d rather take on a bunch of rabid redcaps alone.
Thanks.
I chewed on my lower lip. Samael had dropped everything over the past few days, sending his demons whenever I needed them. I appreciated it, but I didn’t want to rely on his people. When this case was over, I needed to touch base with some of the mercs I knew who did good work, kept their mouths shut, and didn’t mind that I was bonded to a demon.
It would be a small pool, but most mercs I knew loved money more than they valued loyalty.
I left Kyla eating her fries. Realistically, if one of the witches wanted to make a run for it, they could go out the back exit. However, they’d have to climb a fence to get onto the street.
I drove to Vicky’s, then leaned against my car and checked my emails. I was already sweating like a pig in this heat, may as well soak up some vitamin D at the same time.
The flap of wings announced a demon was landing and I raised one eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”
Samael smiled. “I had a few hours free, and I thought I’d spend them with my witchling.” He glanced around the neighborhood and winced. “Although, I’d prefer a more romantic atmosphere.”
I elbowed him. “Snob. You didn’t have a few hours free. I’ve been sucking up all your time over the past few days.”
“My time is infinite,” he said.
“I guess you’ve got a point there. No sign of the car, and I doubt there’s a pack of rabid redcaps waiting in the house.”
“Rabid redcaps?”
I shrugged. Those redcaps were no joke. I still had nightmares about the time I was double-crossed and forced to fight my way out of their territory after dark.
“I’d decided I’d rather deal with them than work with Ag.”
Samael laughed, catching my hand and pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss turned deep, heat coiling in my belly.
“Get a room!”
I pushed away, glancing over my shoulder at the kid on the bike. He grinned at me, then his gaze traveled past me and he went sheet white.
“I’ve never seen anyone pedal that fast,” I said. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”
The door swung open when I knocked, and my gaze dropped down to waist height.
“Can I help you?” The brownie angled his head, then glanced behind me at Samael and bared his tiny teeth.
I didn’t know exactly what brownies had against demons, but it was amusing.
“We have a few questions for Vicky Hanson.”
The brownie sniffed. “Mrs. Hanson is resting, Ma’am. She is unwell.”
“This won’t take long. But it’s extremely important.”
The brownie narrowed his eyes at me, but after a minute of contemplation he stepped back, gesturing for me to enter.
I didn’t bother asking his name. Anyone who named a brownie would no longer benefit from their hard work when the magic tying them to their position fled.
