“Nah, he sold that. Probably the one smart thing he did out of all of this, but we’ll be able to find it. Where do you want me to bring him when I get back?”
Samael lifted one hand and pointed a finger downward.
“Samael has some cells and interrogation rooms below his tower. If we give Peter to the Council, they’ll hand him over to the High Coven. I want to hear his confession first.”
“Got that. I’ll see you in half an hour.”
I dropped my phone on the bed. It was 1:00am. I’d fallen into bed and had approximately two hours of sleep. Samael looked fresh as a fucking daisy.
I scowled at him. “How is it that you look so good?”
His smile was smug. “Superior genes.”
I rolled my eyes, pushing my tangled hair off my face.
“Other than the funeral tonight, Evie’s been avoiding the coven, likely because she blames herself. But she needs to be there when they find out it was Caroline. She’ll have to live with the fact that Caroline was happy for her to be killed if it meant she’d have more power in the coven.”
Interest lit Samael’s eyes. “Why Caroline?”
I frowned. “I think my subconscious knew when I met her at the hotel. Something about her annoyed me, and I figured I was just being cynical, so I looked in every other direction. I had no reason to suspect her, but she was too helpful, too…earnest.”
I blew out a breath. “I ignored my instincts. But it all ties back to the hospital. Caroline had motive, opportunity, and she used a desperate human as her patsy.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Go wake your sister. I’ll send for coffee.”
I swung my legs out of the bed and padded over to the chair where I’d dropped my jeans. I raised them, gave them a good sniff, and slid them on.
The demon watched, clearly amused before he strolled to his bedroom-sized walk-in closet.
Since he was occupied, I pulled on a tank with a built-in bra, and rounded the bed to the floor where I’d dropped his shirt after pulling it off him last night. I lifted it and slid it on. It was huge on me, but worth it as I rolled up the sleeves and his scent wound up my nostrils.
Today would be a shitty day. I’d take my comfort where I could find it.
Yeah, I was wearing the demon’s shirt. A few months ago, I’d done everything I could to hide the mark on my arm, and now I was declaring myself his. Life was weird but I was tired of fighting it.
I pulled the rowan arrow over my head, shoving it beneath the shirt, and then followed it with my lanyard and Nim Cub.
Samael stepped out of his closet as I was strapping on the rest of my weapons. He was dressed in black slacks and a white shirt, and as soon as he saw me, he went still.
It wasn’t easy to surprise the demon, but his eyes widened, before glittering with lust as he stalked toward me.
“Nuh-uh.” I put my fingers up in the sign of a cross like I was warding him off. He merely ducked around me and his mouth slid over mine.
“It pleases me that you wrap my scent around you, little witch.”
“Yeah, well today is going to suck a lot more than most.”
“You resist my mark, yet you wear my shirt.”
“Wearing a guy’s shirt is normal. Wearing his glittery gold tattoo on your arm is not.” I ducked around him. “I need to wake up Evie.”
He sent me a look of such wicked promise that my thighs clenched. I escaped the room before we started something we wouldn’t have time to finish.
“Evie?”
Light spilled out from beneath her door and I knocked.
“Come in.”
