“Dimitri didn’t mention that,” I mused.
Jeremiah shook his head. “He did not, but he didn’t fly over the whole thing. Might be more obvious from the sky.”
I nodded, hiding the disappointment of only finding out now that they were actually doing something to try and find them.
“They also reported that at least eighty percent of the people walking freely in the facilities are of Hellriser’s origin.”
“Is that relevant?”
Jeremiah shrugged. “I’m not sure. But it’s odd, don’t you think?”
Considering what my little trips into Arc’s head had shown me, it wasn’tthatodd. Arc could kill and apparently manipulate Hellriser blooded Immortals. It made sense he’d be surrounded by more demons than angels.
At least, if what I saw was as it seemed. I still struggled to believe my closest friend could have fooled me for so long and so easily.
“Carter.”
I shook my head, clearing my mind from the mess the whole thing was. “Yeah, sorry.”
“I asked how Lola is coping with all this?”
Not well.
“I’m distracting her.”
Jeremiah lifted a brow, his hands freezing as he stopped playing with the pen. “Distracting her?”
“Yeah.” I gulped. “I—we’re figuring it—us, out.”
My friend stared at me, blinking slowly in disbelief. “You. You’re telling me that you,of all people, are using sex as a way to distract a Succubus out of searching for her other mates.”
“I didn’t say—”
“Sex? Man, you smell like sex. Actually, this whole fucking place reeks of it.” He winced, looking around warily. “Mygod, did you fuck in here? Poor Marga—”
“We didn’t,” I gritted out. “And you’re one to talk. I heard you and Carrie are getting frisky at all hours of the night in her office.”
A grunt. An eye roll. I chuckled at the implication.
“I fell for lust, it’s not a scoop that I get around,” he said. “You, on the other hand—”
“Well, yeah, she’s my fucking mate. You know why I fell, is it really that surprising? And we didn’t actually have sex.”
He scoffed, leaning back until the backrest of the chair creaked. “So, the voices are off your back?”
“Sort of,” I gritted out.
“Datura?” he asked as our eyes crossed, giving a small nod.
My past addiction to the damned plant was not a secret. The voices in my head were particularly vicious and hard to tune out without its help. A lot of us were using the plant on a daily basis, but Jeremiah had been there during a time of my life I constantly had a joint to my lips.
And yet, I didn’t have a single puff in over a week.
“Blood,” I admitted.
That seemed to catch his attention.
His back straightened as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk to rest his chin on crossed hands.
