“Not sure. Probably a hundred years or so.”
Shocked by his words, she paused her stylus. “One hundred human years or dog years?”
He growled at her. “Hellhounds have the same years as a human and I’m a lot older than I look.”
Apparently. He looked around the age of thirty. “Does that make you immortal?”
“Makes me something.” He clicked his tongue. “True fact, only God is immortal. The rest of us have a guaranteed off switch of some kind.”
“Including your father?”
“Including my father.”
That was fascinating to know. “For real?”
He nodded. “No matter how omnipotent they seem, there’s always a way to kill something. Even things that don’t bleed.”
That was very interesting. “Good to know.” And it was.
Everything has a kill switch.
That meant that whatever took her sister could pay. She made a mental note of that.
And remained silent as they drove over to Tybee Island where a quaint little white house was set off by itself near a waterway.
“Catalina Drive?” she asked, surprised that something paranormal would be so normal in appearance.
“You expecting Mockingbird Lane, Elm Street or something more obvious?”
She laughed. “Not really. But this is quite a perch.” It was a small home with a little porch and a nice view of the sawgrass and water.
Luke didn’t say anything else as he parked in front of the garage and turned off the car.
Helly came awake with a loud yawn. “Oh, hey. Sparrow’s. What are we doing here?”
“Visiting,” Luke said dryly.
Stretching real big and then yawning again, Helly turned her back to them. “Tell him I said hi.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Sorcha asked.
“Naw. I see him a lot.” And with that, she went back to sleep, clutching her dragon.
Sorcha passed a bemused stare to Luke as he headed for the door. “Did you know?”
“What? That Helly hangs out with questionable beings? Yes. You should have seen her in Hell. She was always finding someone to torture.”
Sorcha didn’t want to think any deeper on that subject, so she stared at the house. She wasn’t quite sure what she’d expected as a Raven Mocker’s home. It actually looked like any well-kept, unassuming place.
And when Luke knocked, a short, skinny man in a black tee and jeans answered.
Not what she was expecting.
At all.
While the man appeared a bit gaunt, he was cute enough with dark eyes and short black hair.
He took one look at Luke and slammed the door in his face.
