Patrick refused to believe his old captain was anything but alive.
Hermes smirked, staring at him with half-lidded, gold-brown eyes. “Say please.”
Patrick ground his teeth. “Are you fucking—”
“Patrick,” Sage interrupted sharply, glaring at him.
He scowled, bowing beneath the order in her tone. “Please.”
Sage passed Hermes on the way to the bedroom to hide the spell book, shooting him a venomous look. “Don’t make me gut you.”
“Feisty,” Hermes said with a chuckle.
“She’ll do it,” Patrick warned.
“She could try. But since you asked so nicely, I supposed I can swing by DC.”
Hermes stepped backward, slipping through the veil and disappearing from sight. Patrick breathed out harshly before yanking open the front door. Allison and Dwayne both stood on the landing, waiting expectantly.
“Jonothon is fine,” Allison assured Patrick.
“Brooklyn isn’t,” Dwayne drawled.
Patrick closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “What happened?”
21
Jono wokein an empty bed early Friday morning to his mobile ringing loudly. The bedroom was dark when he answered, the time on the screen indicating dawn was over an hour away. Austin Capaldi’s name flashed across the screen, and Jono became instantly awake.
“Yeah?” Jono answered as he sat up in bed.
Austin’s breathing was heavy over the line, his heartbeat not even close to steady. “There’s been an incident.”
Jono was already shoving the sheets off his body. “What happened?”
“Keira stopped by after hitting the clubs in Manhattan. She had a fucking demon in her soul.”
The chill that washed through Jono’s body made his teeth scrape together. “Bloodyfuck. Is everyone all right?”
“We got her contained. Sven’s wife is a sorceress in the Crescent Coven. They live on the same floor as we do. Roxie managed to contain Keira and the demon, but we need Patrick.”
Jono yanked on a pair of jeans, mobile pressed between his cheek and shoulder. “Pat is still in DC for a congressional hearing. He’s flying back today.”
Austin swore, stress bleeding into his voice. “Then what do wedo?”
“I’ll let you know when I get there. Can Roxie keep the demon contained?”
“So far, yeah.”
“Call her coven and see if any other magic users can come help her out.”
“Will do.”
Jono ended the call and got dressed in record time. As he laced up his shoes, the door to his bedroom opened and Wade leaned inside, yawning hugely but already dressed.
“Demons?” he asked.
“Demons,” Jono grunted.
