“Yes, sir.” Urian stepped back and spun on his heel to put as much distance as he could between him and crazy. Because as much as he loved his father …
That was nuts and in case it was contagious, he didn’t want it to jump on him.
Letting out a deep breath, he left the hall and tried to think of whom he could call in to try to get information. The Weres as a rule were always a bit shaky. They had to tread a fine line between Daimons and Dark-Hunters. And because of that, their loyalty couldn’t always be trusted or relied upon. Some had been known to hand them over without a second thought, if they thought it could buy them favor with Acheron or Savitar.
Urian racked his three brain cells.
A shadow moved to his right as a couple of Daimons headed toward their home for a feeding.
Strangely, that gave him an idea …
Teleporting to the nebulous no-man’s-land that hovered between the realms, he went to find the one creature who could walk just about any place he wanted to.
“Shadow?”
“No.”
Urian snorted at the gruff, disembodied voice. “No, what?”
“Whatever it is you’re selling, I don’t want it. Take your ass and go.”
“C’mon, don’t be that way.”
Winds whistled in his ears. The shadows beside him solidified into a man who eyed him with malice as he crossed his arms over his chest and tsked. Just above average height and well built, Shadow had eyes of steel. And like his very soul, his shoulder-length hair that he wore pulled back into a short ponytail was neither light nor dark, but strands of varying shades that were trapped squarely between his two dueling natures.
The demon was fearless as a rule, hence his personal motto that he feared no evil, for he was the most evil thing that stalked the darkness and called the deadliest night home.
“Good to see you, Shay.”
“No, it isn’t, and I’m not your fucking date. What do you want, asshole?”
Urian smirked. “Really? Do we need all the profanity?”
“What you call an overuse of profanity, I call sentence enhancers.”
“Of course you do.” Urian shook his head. “I lost my spy at the Inferno and I could really use someone else.”
He burst out laughing. “Are you fucking crazy? ‘Hey, Shadow, long time no see … got a dude killed. Could you go replace him? ’Cause I don’t like you at all, which is why we haven’t talked in a few centuries. So if you die, I really don’t give a shit.’ ” He pursed his lips. “Gee, thanks, Daimon.”
Urian had forgotten just how sarcastic Shadow could be. “The reason I’m here is because you have a unique skill set.”
“Yeah, I keep out of other people’s shit. You know, no soweth of the discord among the brethren. My feet do not head to mischief. They’re quite happy here at home.”
“Shay …”
“Uri …” he mocked. “No.”
“Please?”
“That only works if you’re a grown female. Naked. And in my bed or writhing on top of me. And brother, you’re none of those.”
“You really won’t help me?”
A tic started in Shadow’s jaw. “Maybe, but only if I get bored with reruns, have no more belly lint to pick, and something causes me even more brain damage than I already have, maybe, just maybe I might—might—do it. So what is it?”
Closing his eyes, Shadow lifted his crossed fingers and said under his breath, “Please let it be to spy on a hot woman in her underwear.”
Urian slapped him in the chest. “You’re such a fucking pervert!”
