“A Sin?” Michael narrowed his eyes.
Týr nodded. “Quite an experience meeting an ancient one like him. Man, I’ve never felt power of that caliber before. Arc, you know him, right?” He couldn’t resist. “It’s okay if you’ve forgotten, considering you’re both old as dust.”
Michael didn’t react to his baiting, but those shattered blues gleamed eerily as if in glee. “At least I don’t have to deal with this any longer. You do anything to Kira…yeah, good luck there. I presume her mother’s human?”
“Yeah. But she died when Kira was one. Wrath’s enemies executed her.” Týr’s expression turned grim, realizing just how brutal the woman’s death would have been.
“That must have been hard,” Dagan said quietly.
“More like suicidal,” Michael countered. “Probably wish they could rethink their actions now.”
Yup, no one in their right mind screwed with the Sin of Wrath.
Týr glanced at Aethan. “Your informant, Riley?”
“Hell—tell me he still breathes.”
“I’m not a savage—” The others snorted. Okay, maybe he was. “He’s Wrath’s heir and Kira’s kin. Did you know?”
“What?” Aethan gaped. “No. Not even an inkling. Riley isn’t one to talk.” The Empyrean rubbed his nose, those gunmetal grays glinting in humor. “How did Kira take it? You trying to kill her brother, I mean? I assume you came clean?”
Asshole liked rubbing that in, but he nodded. “I’m glad she only just met him. If she’d known him longer, she definitely would have given me hell.”
“You bastards don’t do things by halves when you take a mate, do you?” Michael grunted.
The mated warriors snorted. Týr shrugged. “We were never normal.”
“The children?” Michael asked. “The demon Nik interrogated said there were over a dozen taken.”
Týr could barely bolt down his anger, his gut roiling at the loss, and knowing more kids would likely be abducted and taken to the demon world. “We lost two during the retrieval. We managed to get the others out. Godsdammit!” He rubbed his eyes like it would take away the memories of the demon siphoning the life from those kids.
A tense silence thickened the air. Shuffling sounded as the others moved about.
“The demons running the human trafficking,” Michael asked, “anything on them?”
Týr dropped his hand. “We dealt with the ones guarding the cells and those that wanted the young. But there was an older one, judging from the power vibes I picked up anyway. He vanished during the ruckus.”
Michael’s mouth tightened and his stare lowered to his booted feet. A vein throbbed on his brow. Yeah, Týr was all too familiar with that helpless feeling. “They’ll be back.”
The Arc looked up, the silver cracks in his splintered, blue eyes flashing like lightning in a brewing storm. “And we’ll be waiting.”
