Dimri finally slowed down.He turned one more corner, looking back as if he expected the demons to be behind them.None of them were.Roque wondered what state the tavern was in.He didn’t know how strong the explosive device Dimri had used had been, but hopefully, it would keep Medea distracted for a while.
Roque wondered if she knew anything about the person they suspected of being a spy.Even if she did, she wouldn’t tell them.She’d rather kill them.
She’d already tried once.
Dimri paused.He opened a small door Roque hadn’t even noticed in the wall they’d been walking along and slipped through.Roque followed his lead, surprised when he stepped into a nice courtyard.There was a small fountain in the corner, two benches, and a bunch of potted plants.It was peaceful and not at all what Roque had expected.
Dimri closed the door behind them before leading Roque toward the house.“We’ll be safe here.”
“Who does this house belong to?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
The house didn’t look lived in when they walked into its small entrance.Everything was clean and neat, with not one object out of place.It was nicely furnished and comfortable-looking, but it wasn’t a home.It was a house, or in this case, a safe house.
“Whydoes it matter?”Dimri asked.
“How do you know we’re safe?”
Dimri looked amused.“You think the owner of this place would betray us?”
“It’s a possibility.”
“You’re not wrong.Normally, itwouldbe possible, but since the house belongs to me, I think we’re safe.”
Roque hadn’t expected that, but maybe he should have.Of course the person Dimri trusted the most was himself.
Right now, that seemed to be the smartest way to approach the mess they were in.They didn’t know who they could trust beyond their little group, and Dimri wasn’t exactly part of it.He wasn’t part of Berith’s family.He worked for Berith, and Berith no doubt cared about him, but it wasn’t the same.He truly didn’t have anyone he could trust except himself.
Maybe Roque could do something to change that.Maybe he could get Dimri to trust him.It wouldn’t be easy, and Roque had many other things to focus on, but he’d try, if anything so that Dimri could relax around him.There was a lot of work to be done, and it would be faster and easier to do so as a team.It wasn’t like they had a choice, anyway.Berith had made that clear.
More than that, RoquewantedDimri to trust him, but he wasn’t ready to analyze why he felt that way just yet.
Chapter Four
Roque and Dimri had survived their outing to Medea’s tavern, but they hadn’t gotten what they needed.They still needed to dig into the life of who they thought was the spy, and this time, Dimri wouldn’t allow Roque to take the lead.He’d fucked up once.He wasn’t going to do it again because Dimri wouldn’t let him.
That meant that Dimri needed to come up with another plan.Part of him wished he could keep Roque out of it, but he knew better.Not only had Berith specifically told them to work together, but Roque wouldn’t hesitate to tattle if Dimri moved on his own.He wanted to be involved, which made sense, but considering how impulsive and annoying he was, he wasn’t making Dimri’s life easy.In fact, he was actively making it harder because Dimri had to work around his impulsiveness.He’d allowed Roque to do what he wanted once, but that had been the only time.He wouldn’t tolerate Roque putting anyone in danger, least of all him or Berith.
“You look like you’re thinking really hard,” Roque said before taking another bite of his sandwich.
He stared at Dimri as he did so, but Dimri kept his gaze firmly on the documents on his desk.He shouldn’t find Roque endearing.There was nothing endearing about a grown demon eating a sandwich and leaving crumbs all over Dimri’s desk.
“Considering what happened at the tavern, we still don’t have any information about the spy,” Dimri said.“That needs to change.”
“We don’t even know if they’re really the spy yet.”
Dimri glared.He didn’t need Roque to remind him of that.The person they were after was only one possibility.It was the strongest one, but Dimri might be wrong.
That was why they needed to find out whether or not he was as soon as possible.If he was wrong, they’d have to start looking again, and it might take them a while to find whoever was behind all of this.
“I’ll start planning what’s next,” he said.“And no, we won’t just go out there and talk to the spy.It didn’t work when you decided to talk to Medea, and it won’t work this time, either.”
“A demon makes one little mistake, and you keep throwing it in his face.That’s not nice.”
“What’s not nice is that your little mistake almost got you killed.”
