Several hours later, after interrogating the demon and spilling her remains on the flagstones, Caspian was in a good mood.
A trail at last.
“You’ve done well, friend,” he said, clapping a hand on Mammond’s back.
Mammond slightly inclined his head—a bow from one demon prince to another. “I must return now.”
Caspian nodded and led him back to the portal room in the library.
“You know Lucifer is going to ask you to fight for him again.”
“One thing at a time,” Caspian said firmly.
Mammond raised his brows and made his way across the floor of the portal room, skirting several of the traps on the floor and in the walls. He looked over his shoulder and gave him a cheerful wave before jumping through.
Turning on his heel, Caspian strode back into the castle and searched for Asmodeus. He found him drinking in the sitting room.
Asmodeus swirled his goblet and took a sip. “I heard Mammond came by. What did I miss?”
“I’m going to pay Raziel a good old-fashioned visit.”
“Excellent!” Asmodeus grinned. “Need my help?”
“I need you to stay here and make sure she is safe. It wouldn’t do for me to leave to avenge her family only for her to go missing the next day, snatched from under our noses.”
Asmodeus nodded. “I’ll walk you out, then.”
They walked together to the library, and Caspian shook himself, revealing his demon wings and letting his human features wash away.
“Question,” Asmodeus asked, in more of a statement than a question.
Caspian side-eyed his friend, waiting.
“Why do you care so much that someone went after a mortal girl’s family?”
“I thank you for your concerns,” he said dismissively. “If it doesn’t work out with this mortal, I shall just have to find another.” The lie burned his lips.
Asmodeus grinned, looking reassured.
He would have Elizabeth and no other. A demon would never be able to understand the possessiveness that had taken root where she was concerned.
“Then I will see you when you return.” They clasped hands and embraced, slapping each other on the back.
“Perhaps take a few lows with you?” Asmodeus suggested.
Caspian hissed, “Watch your tongue. You are a favoured demon of my household, but I still outrank you.”
Asmodeus rolled his eyes. “So, Raziel truly was behind it all? We know for certain?”
He shrugged non-commitally. “I don’t know.”
“But Cas, that doesn’t make anysense. Why would Raziel care about her family?”
Caspian hesitated. “I don’t know, but he’s the only lead I have.”
Chapter 51
Caspian’s Capture
