“We came up with an epic plan to capture a certain annoying angel and drop him in the lava river,” Asmos stated proudly.
“You came up with that plan,” Mammon replied quickly. “And leave me out of your weird obsession with Michael.”
Asmos gasped, choked, and kicked at Mammon all at the same time. “I am not obsessed.”
He kind of was. Not that Bel would ever say that. Again. Mammon had obviously not learned never to point out how much Asmos and Michael loved to push each other’s buttons. And Bel really needed to get control of this conversation or Asmos would pop out on a huff.
“I haven’t told Atlas about mates because we have some bigger issues that need to be worked out first,” Bel told them.
“What could be more important than claiming your mate?” Asmos looked at Bel like he was the crazy one. Bel wasn’t. Everyone knew that was Asmos.
“My mate suffers from what he calls flickers,” Bel answered. “He can see through glamour. Mostly. Basically he gets flashes of a true nature and glamour.”
“Huh.” Asmos sat up. “Flickers. That’s a cool name for that.”
“I’ve never heard of anyone being able to see through glamour,” Mammon commented. “Magical?”
Bel shook his head. “Lucifer said quarter demon.”
Asmos laughed. “Yeah right.”
Pressing his lips together, Bel stared at Asmos.
“Demons don’t have children with humans that aren’t their mates. If there was a child, we would know about it,” Asmos said.
Bel didn’t even blink.
“It can’t be!” Asmos insisted.
“You’re saying Lucifer is wrong?” Mammon asked.
“No.” Asmos flapped his hands. “Yes? I mean no! I would know if a child was born!”
“Not if the demon hides it,” Mammon pointed out.
“Or didn’t know about it,” Bel added.
“But—” Asmos pushed his bottom lip out. “How?”
“I don’t know,” Bel admitted. “And that’s not all. His family was killed by a pack of shifters.”
“When?” Mammon demanded.
“Within the last few years. He doesn’t like to talk about it. Wanted to find a way to take them out on his own. I’m glad he didn’t try.” Bel could have lost his precious mate before he’d even found Atlas.
“I would be happy to assist your mate with this task.” Mammon growled low.
“Probably not a good idea, buddy.” Asmos patted Mammon’s shoulder. “Just because you hate shifters doesn’t mean Atlas should. He is going to have so many shifter friends!”
Mammon rolled his eyes. “I don’t hate shifters.”
No, Mammon hated everyone. Shifters were just the number-one species on his list of things that annoyed him.
“Anyway.” Asmos rolled his hand. “Does he know which pack?”
“No, I’ll need someone to investigate.” Bel looked to Mammon, already having an idea of who to send.
“Tristan and Jason?” Mammon guessed.
