Luke’s grip tightened slightly on the white wheel. “Fresh out of Hell. I was in a bad place, bad mood, and nothing like I am now. You wouldn’t have liked me.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“It’s true,” Helly said. “I can vouch for it. He was very unhappy about being here. If they don’t invite him back to the ball, I know why.”
Hmm.
Luke dialed his phone.
“You know, holding a phone while driving in Georgia is illegal.”
He laughed at her words. “D! Take the wheel.”
Sorcha gasped as he let go of the steering wheel and the car kept driving. It even turned. “There’s no way a car this old is self-driving. What is up with this thing?”
“Delilah’s driving for me.” He turned the phone speaker on and then returned his grip to the wheel. “Oh ye of little faith.”
Far be it from her to question him.
“Hello?”
Sorcha arched her brow at the soft, Southern drawl. That had to be one of the most feminine voices she’d ever heard.
“Hey Lady L. It’s Luke. How you doing?”
“Just fine, sweet pea. Sipping my coffee and plotting destruction. What are you up to this fine early morning?”
“Here to pick your brain.”
“Well, that sounds all kinds of painful. Can’t imagine there’s anything I know that you don’t, but by all means, amuse yourself.”
Sorcha smiled at the woman’s humor.
“What do you know about Witchbreeds?” Luke asked.
“Don’t much like them as a rule. Put them in with the Sims and Malums for making the rest of us look bad. Why?”
“I’m looking for a witch who might have the ability to take a soul and keep it or possibly destroy it.”
“You personally want to take a soul and need a witch to do it, or someone took one already and you’re trying to find who was dumb enough to be such an inconsiderate ass?”
She definitely liked Lorelei. The woman was quick.
“They took a soul and we’d like to get it back.”
Lorelei went silent for a second. “Well…only a handful of witches would even consider doing something awful like that. Bad, bad form, you know? You’re talking the darkest of dark. I can only imagine a Malum being mean…and dumb enough to try. Or a really lucky Sim who downloaded something that went wrong.”
“What about a Cunning?”
“Nope,” she said definitively. “Healers would never tamper with a soul. Defies everything they believe in. You’re talking someone into necromancy or worse. That’s not a Cunning’s gig.”
“You know any Malum?”
Lorelei sighed. “Unfortunately, and I’m embarrassed to say that I regularly interact with a few.”
“Can you hook me up?”
“You’re determined to ruin my morning, aren’t you, sweetie?”
