Gage cleared his throat. “It's nice to meet you, Indigo. Sorry about that. I don't put up with men who assault women.”
He didn't. He couldn't, not with that reaction. But that didn't go with the whole demon thing, did it? Unless it was just me—just men attacking me that upset them. Could I truly be their mate? Holy fuck. What would that mean? Me and three men? What about Jake? I was leaving him anyway. But to go from him to the men he was fighting against? Men who could be demons. Fuck! Were these guys really demons?
“Confused?” Gideon asked gently. “They must have said some nasty shit about us. Garret told us what was said in front of him, but I can only imagine what kind of filth they spouted after they got you back to that commune.”
Commune. Hadn't I called it that? I couldn't help it—I snorted.
Gideon grinned. “You're a fighter, aren't you? Of course, you are. Whatever happened tonight, you got yourself out of there. All on your own. Well done, Indigo. Well fucking done.I'm just sorry you had to do that alone. But I promise you that you will never have to fight for yourself again. We've—”
“Gideon!” Garret snapped again. “Fuck. I've only just got her back and you two morons are spouting shit that's gonna freak her out. Stop it.” He looked down at me. “Indigo, we're good. I promise you. We are the good guys. We are not evil creatures sent by the Devil to torment the living or whatever nonsense they told you. There is no Devil. But I'll get to that later. For now, will you trust us enough to come with us? I want to get you somewhere safe.”
“You want me to go with you? Where?”
“Our home,” Gage said. “We can defend you better there.” He glanced up and down the street. “They could show up at any time.”
“Silas said that he can be anywhere,” I said. “He told me he watched us. Listened to our conversation.”
“Great fuck!” Gideon declared as all three of the men exchanged horrified glances. “Can he really do that?”
“We've got to get her behind our ward before we talk more about this,” Gage said.
“What's a ward?” I asked.
“It's a barrier,” Garret said. “A magical shield. I know it sounds crazy, but we can cast a shield around people or things that repels other magic. It will keep Silas out.”
“After all I've seen and heard, a magical barrier isn't far up on the crazy list.”
Gideon chuckled. “I like you.”
I grinned at him. I don't know why, but just being around them made me feel better. The damage Michael had done was fading. It was like a nightmare retreating.
“Will you come with us?” Garret asked.
I looked each man in the eye, one after the other, and my right bell rang throughout me. “Yes,” I said.
Chapter Twelve
“How did you know I'd be at that diner?” I asked Garret as he drove my car home—his home.
“We're watching the property,” Garret said. “That commune. We've got cameras set up to monitor it. So, we saw when you left. You looked distraught.” He glanced at me. “I had to see if you were all right.”
“You and your hound team.”
“We're called a Cerberus.”
I stared at him a second before asking, “Like the dog who guards the Greek Underworld?”
Garret grinned at me. “Exactly like thehoundwho guards the Underworld.”
“The hound withthreeheads,” I whispered.
“You're catching on now.” He glanced at me again. “Do you know much about the Greek myths?”
“A little.”
“Do you know about Hades?”
“The guy who abducted his wife?”
