“Maybe leave it, yeah?” Kujo asked. “Getting wings as a half breed is painful enough without bringing up painful memories of losing her mom.”
“Thanks.”
Kujo got up and gave me a small pot.
“I made this for you. It helps half breeds when their wings come in. My mother refused to get it for me when mine came in, but I learned the recipe just in case I heard of another Cambion with parents like mine.”
I wasn’t in nearly as much pain as before, but I vividly remembered how bad it was before I blacked out. The fact that Kujo’s mom just let him go through that when there were options pissed me off.
“If I ever meet your mom, I’m going to kick her in the vagina and she has to pretend she’s not mad about it because of my father.”
Kujo just grinned at me like a psychopath.
“I want front row seats to that, killer.”
“So, anyway, if we are not discussing possibilities as to why Sydney’s wings are coming in this early, we need to talk strategy and protection. Seers are wildly unpredictable. They can’t control what theyseeand no one has managed to figure outwherethe visions are coming from to find out why they get them.
“Enochian warding is powerful and if the spell is to prevent someone from finding something, it’s generally impossible to find. But like I said, seers are unpredictable, and no one knows where the visions are coming from. Kujo is our best bet at locating Lucifer again, but whoever knew we were coming probably knows we found Lucifer because of Kujo and it stands to reason that however they got this information, they’ve managed to find out Sydney’s wings are coming in. They are going to strike to take you both off the board.”
“Wonderful,” I drawled.
“So, what do we do?” Celix asked. “We don’t know who is passing information or how.”
Yeah, because I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of servants, but I understood this was one of the better jobs for lower demons, so I didn’t make this a shitty job for anyone or cut anyone from the staff. We weren’t braiding each other’s hair, but I’d spoken with all of them and I didn’t think any of them betrayed us.
I just really didn’t know anything anymore.
“You should come stay at my place,” Satan said. “I’ve got plenty of guest rooms and my wife loves to entertain.”
“I’ll stay in my old room until we figure this out and we can do cousin things like talk about boys and do each other’s nails,” Wrathhog said.
“You don’t like boys,” Satan pointed out.
She just shrugged.
“Same concept if you are into girls. Sydney doesn’t strike me as the type to give a shit.”
“Oh, no, I wantallthe girl drama.”
“Um, I have to be there to help with the pain, but I would also like the girl drama. You can do my nails, too,” Nero said.
“Celix can hang out with me and get drunk,” Kujo said.
We all turned to look at him because did he really need to be drinking right now? He just shrugged.
“I talk more in my sleep when I’m drunk, apparently. I don’t even want to be a fucking seer, but I’m the only one who can locate Lucifer.”
“I’ll watch over them,” Satan promised. “No one in Hell is dumb enough to stage an attack at my place. And my wife has my blessing to use her magic if anyone comes over and tries to mess with shit, so Nero has that, too.”
Yeah, I felt somewhat better, but I was in a position where I couldn’t fight and I hated it.
Honestly, I didn’t know why Hell had such a problem with demons like Nero and Wrathhog’s mom. Kujo’s salve was helping, but I realized how much of the slack Nero was picking up when I had to leave his arms so we could pack some things to move houses.
It wasn’t agonizing like it was before, but it definitely hurt. I was moving pretty slowly as I threw clothes in a bag. Everyone else was packing, but eventually Kujo came in and took my bag.
“Sit. I know how badly this hurts. I’ve got just enough clothes to always have something clean to wear because I don’t give a shit about impressing any of the assholes in Hell. Tell me whatyou want and I’ll pack it. We need to get you and Nero back together.”
Kujo was actually being decent, so I could be decent back. And even though he said he wasn’t dressed to impress anyone, he still looked hot as fuck in black sweatpants and a black tank top.
