“Don’t make me come in there,” Ag’s deep voice said from the living room. I sent a filthy look in his direction, and Bael laughed.
“Better get it over with.”
I cinched Samael’s robe tighter around my waist and stepped out of the bedroom.
Ag sat on the sofa and gestured for me to sit next to him. The other demons made themselves scarce, and I scowled at Vas’s back as he disappeared. Traitor.
Ag seemed content to let the silence stretch, and I shifted on the sofa.
“I hope you cleaned that,” he said.
I scowled. “Why do you even care?”
He attempted to keep his blank face on, but I caught the surprise in his eyes. “I’m unsure what you mean.”
“Clearly, you don’t believe I can save Samael, so why do you care if my arm gets infected and I end up losing it?”
He sighed. “I believe you will do everything you can to save him, and if I haven’t told you, I admire your stubborn commitment to saving his life.”
Lucifer must be livid right now, since the underworld had clearly frozen over. “Uh, thanks.”
Ag gave me a faint smile and got to his feet at a knock on the door, opening it for Eldan.
The light fae healer nodded at him, but his gaze shot straight to me, sweeping over my body clinically, as if he could sense my injuries from several feet away.
“Danica,” he murmured as he stepped inside. “I heard you were in the unseelie swamplands.”
“Yeah.”
“I need to see any open wounds you have so I can check for infection. Lots of nasties in that neck of the woods.”
“You have no idea.”
Now that the coast was clear of any potential talk of feelings, Vas stepped back into the room. I shot him a filthy look, and he grinned back at me, unrepentant. Eldan examined my arm. “Does that hurt?”
His hands were cool and efficient. I shook my head.
The door opened. Belphegor stood there, hands on his hips, expression pissy.
“Does someone want to tell me why, exactly, everyone is out here in wolf territory and not in our tower?”
My mouth twitched. Eldan did something that made pain shoot through my arm, and I winced as Vas filled Bel in.
Bel grinned at me, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “You blew up the Mage Council?”
“They started it,” I shrugged.
“I like your style.” The grin fell and he swallowed, his expression turning grave. “I want to see him.”
Ag jerked his head toward the bedroom and Bel followed him in to see Samael.
Eldan released my arm. “Since you don’t want to sleep yet, I used a light touch. You’ll still be in pain. When you’re ready to get some proper rest, let me know and I will complete the healing.”
I raised my arm. It ached, a steady throb, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been, and the wounds were closed, scabs already formed.
“This is great. Thank you.”
At Eldan’s insistence, I showed him the teeth marks in the skin at my ankle. He winced. “Do I want to know?”
