“Yeah. Orin’s opening tomorrow. He won’t mind.”
“Okay. I’ll text you the details.”
“When did she go missing?”
“Two days ago.”
I winced. Evie nodded. “No ransom so far.”
“We’ll find her.”
“Damn right we will.”
* * *
Vassago
“Tell me where he is, and I’ll allow you to live.”
The demon screamed, and I shook my head, forcing myself to smirk. Honestly, I found torture distasteful. There was something…unsportsmanlike about holding someone down and making them hurt. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it if it led me to Daimonion.
“I don’t know. I swear!”
I rolled my eyes and allowed my fire to lick along the edges of his wings. “You know, rumor has it, Lucifer managed to use his demon fire to burn the wings off one of his demons, while still keeping him alive. Now, I’m new at this, but I’ve always been an overachiever.”
“I swear I don’t know!” the demon sobbed.
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
I let my fire burn the feathers along the tip of one wing. He screamed again, and I glanced around us. We were in a small village on the outer edges of the Amazonian rainforest. The locals knew better than to involve themselves in demon business, and the nearby village was currently as silent as a grave.
“Daimonion is coming for you,” the demon hissed.
I went still. “He’scoming forme?”
“You burned him. He thought it would heal, but your demon fire scarred him. He’s not healing. He was here in Peru because he heard of a cure.”
I laughed. “Oh, this is too precious.”
The demon snarled. “He’ll kill you. You hurtLucifer’sassassin.”
“News flash—Lucifer is dead. And Daimonion will soon be following him.”
I wasn’t going to get anything else out of him. I reached out and snapped his neck, then used my sword to slice his head from his shoulders. Messy, but necessary. I wasn’t sure how old this demon was, but I couldn’t risk him getting in touch with Daimonion.
I messaged Bael.
I need the plane.
Three dots. They disappeared. Then reappeared once more. I ground my teeth.
Already arranged,he said finally. He’d added an address, and I flapped into the sky, heading toward the hangar.
I’d flown here myself, but I’d need to travel back by the human methods to rest my wings. If not for the information the demon had given me, I’d be roiling with frustration right about now.
But the thought of Daimonion in pain… I bared my teeth in a grin, banking left toward Lima.
Would the scars slow him down? Was it just his skin, or was he scarred internally too? How fast would he move when I finally caught up to him?
