“Nyx’s hiding place has been compromised. She and her followers will be searching for another hideout, which means they could be anywhere.”
I stared at them for a moment before snapping my fingers because I needed more information than my human friends were ready to hear. All movement around us stopped.
I stepped closer to Brokorol, not surprised when Er’on got between us. “I’m not going to hurt him,” I told them.
“Sir, sometimes when humans get bad news, they lash out. I’m here to protect my master.”
Brok touched their cheek. “Thank you, Er’on, but he won’t hurt us. He’s a friend of the prince. He will protect us as we should protect him.”
That was touching. I’d had no idea that those from the underworld had the ability to care for those of us who weren’t, but then again, I wasn’t exactly human any longer, was I?
“So, what do you need to tell me? I won’t lash out.” Or I hoped I wouldn’t.
“Lake is in danger, sir. She’s in a place where the white lighters thought she would be safe, but word has gotten out that she’s staying in the late Prince Asmodeus’s former condo in Limbo. She and her daughter believe they’re at a beach cottage near your mother’s home in California.
“Princes Beelzebub and Jameson are working with Jophiel to maintain the illusion of a vacation for Lake and her daughter because they are your family, but someone in Limbo—we suspect they are either from the Celestial Realm or a hidden follower of Nyx—came to the condo unexpectedly, claiming to be looking for someone who once resided there. Lake opened the door to speak with them, and now we fear word has traveled and will reach Nyx when she comes for the fight. Lake needs to be moved, sir.”
Fucking hell!
“Don’t you people keep a better watch down there? Could it be someone working for Lucifer? Maybe someone in your world is trying to kidnap her?”
Brok studied me for a moment before speaking. “Sir, our world is your world. You are one of us, and our kind know Lake is important to you. We wouldn’t try to harm Lake, I swear on my existence.”
That was a huge piece of information to swallow, but it wasn’t the first time I’d been told I was more prone to the dark side than the light. I was still committed to those I loved, and nothing would change that.
“Gah! Let me call Keir.” I glanced at the sketch book to see a set of black wings resembling Jay’s when he unfurled those bad boys. “Man, that’s tight.”
Brok smiled and continued with his sketch as Er’on glanced around the garage. I snapped my fingers and went outside.
Keir’s phone rang a few times before he answered. “Hello, love.”
“We need to get in touch with Jo and have them move Lake. Nyx is on the move and it seems there’s a spy in Limbo who discovered the hiding place. Hello by the way.” There was no need for me to be rude.
“Hi, love. Uh, okay. I’m here with Trent. Let me see if he can reach out to Jo. Are you still at the shop? Did Quinn pick a new name, yet?”
We’d signed the bill of sale—one dollar from Quinn to me—a few weeks ago, and the property deed transfer had been recorded. He just needed to change the shop’s name and file incorporation papers.
“Not that I’ve heard. What are you doing at The Mystical Palm?”
“Giving Trent a pep talk. He’s a little scattered right now and having some strange visions or nightmares or daymares. Anyway, Amelie asked me to come check on him. He’s freaking out. Maybe reaching out to Jo will refocus him.”
“Okay, Dearly. I’ll be heading home in a few.” We needed to get Dr. Randall ready for his last party and our stuff ready for leaving the next day.
“What the hell? Who are you?” Keir’s voice was anxious. High pitched. Not anything I was used to hearing from him.
“Dearly?”
“No! Put that—” The phone went dead, and I was immediately on alert.
“Brok, Er’on. Let’s roll.”
I hopped into my SUV and gunned it out of the parking lot with Brok and Er’on behind me on his bike. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, but my husband was at The Mystical Palm, and if he was in danger, I was gonna get there in short order.
Six minutes later I screeched to a halt in front of Trent’s shop. I quickly got out of the SUV and ran around the back of the storeas Brok and Er’on stopped behind me. Hurrying inside, one of the large bookshelves was on the floor, books strewn about. In the middle of the mess was my Keir, sitting with a cloth held to his head.
I hurried over and was immediately hit with the mouth-watering scent of his blood. Brok must have smelled it too because he rushed forward and pulled me behind him.
“Gatekeeper, are you okay?”
