Why do you care?
He shouldn’t. He never had before. Yet Luke couldn’t deny these new feelings that broke loose inside him. Emotions he couldn’t afford to feel. In Hell, pity and empathy were a weakness that could get someone buried in a pit he didn’t want to think about.
Luke winced at memories he wished he didn’t have. Mistakes he never should have made.
Now, he was making another one by comforting someone he should shove away.
If only it was that easy.
“It’s okay, Sorcha. Just breathe. Everything’s okay, even if it’s not right.”
For several minutes, she stood in the circle of his arms, shaking.
Finally, she pulled back to stare up at him and offer a smile that almost warmed his freezing body. “Do you know who killed her?”
“I wish I could give you that answer. It’s amazing and humbling what I don’t know. Such as what happened to our college student or why I was banished from home.” Who had betrayed him. And what happened to her twin.
He’d love to be able to answer that for her.
“We will find out. I promise.”
Sorcha nodded as she pulled her emotions into check. He wasn’t omniscient. She’d figured that much out. And it surprised her that he didn’t know why he’d been banished. “No one told you what you did?”
He shook his head. “My father doesn’t explain himself to anyone. Least of all me.”
That made sense.
She supposed the devil didn’t need to. He was too used to ruling. Why would he explain himself to anyone? Even his own son.
Putting it out of her mind, she went to his car to find Helly sleeping on the backseat underneath a bright pink Hello Kitty blanket.
“Should I ask?”
Luke laughed as he gently nudged Helly. “Why are you out here, Imp?”
“Your mom told me to watch Delilah. I’m watching Delilah.”
He scoffed. “You’re sleeping.”
“Was and intend to return to it.” She rolled over, clutched her stuffed dragon pillow under her head and sighed as she closed her eyes.
“Does she always do what your mother tells her?”
“We all do what my mother tells us. Including the devil. No one wants to cross my mother. She holds on to a grudge like a lover.”
That was an interesting thought. “She that scary or that powerful?”
“That vindictive.” He opened the car door and got in.
Sorcha pondered the new information as she joined him.
With an evil laugh, Luke tried to start the car.
It sputtered with what honestly sounded like anger.
Luke tsked. “I know, D. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.”
The car engine didn’t even attempt to turn over this time.
