We were walking again.
In general, I tried not to use my sisters’ gifts like tools I could pull out anytime I wanted to know something. But Ryder was down here, trapped.
“What else do you have in the med kit?” I asked.
She frowned, then the tightness around her eyes eased, and her eyebrows rose.
“No splints,” she started with. “No tourniquets.”
“Pretty sure I asked you what you’d packed, not what you hadn’t packed.”
“Sutures, smelling salts, forceps, goggles. You’re asking me if he’s going to be hurt. You’re asking me if any of us are going to be badly injured. I know you, Delaney. Don’t lie.”
“Is he? Are we?”
“I don’t know the future, but I didn’t pack any morphine or a defibrillator if that helps.”
I nodded, the bands around my chest easing. “It does help.”
We hadn’t walked much farther—it didn’t seem like we’d covered another mile—but the demons in front of us stopped.
“Ordinarians,” Bathin said quietly. “The sunroom is just ahead. Prepare.”
“Wait,” Goap said. “You can’t just stroll in there.”
“I go where I please,” Bathin said.
“You never do what I say, do you? And yet you expect me to fall at your feet.” He twisted out of Bathin’s grip and whispered. “You are my shadow.” He snapped his fingers.
Rossi was fast enough to skitterup the side of the wall.
I would have moved, too, but I did not have the speed of a vampire.
“Wait,” Bathin loud-whispered, but it was too late.
Goap planted his hands on his hips and nodded. “I’ll be able to see you, but to other demons you are invisible. It is one of the skills I have that no other demon here can do as well.”
“It’s a child’s trick,” Bathin sighed. “I taught it to you when we were kids.”
“And your rock hopping is anything more? Please. Can you make the earth tremble? Can you raise the demon dead? No? I can. You have always underestimated me.”
I studied my hands, which looked the same to me. “We don’t look invisible.”
“You do to demon eyes,” Goap said. “Don’t they, Bathin? Or would you rather they walk in there in full view, to be seen by anything that has eyes?”
Bathin cut his hand sideways, annoyance in every line. “Fine. It’s not a terrible idea.”
“It’s a far better idea than just strolling into the sunroom. Without a plan.”
“We have a plan,” I said.
“Do you?” Goap glared at me. There was fury in his gaze, hatred. He might be on our side for the moment, but it was not where he would stay.
“This is a rescue, not a fight. But we do have weapons,” I said.
“You don’t have enough weapons for the kind of fight hell can bring. You have no plan,” he repeated.
“Enough weapons?” Myra asked. “How many should we have? How many demons are in the sunroom?”
