She slid her gaze toward Luke, then again, maybe not. Real evil was sitting beside her in the form of a luscious piece of cheese, and yet he didn’t seem evil.
That’s exactly what your granddaddy would say.
She could hear his voice loud and clear in her head. And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve.
She couldn’t remember where that was in the Bible or even why she thought of it now. But her grandfather had quoted it a lot while she was growing up.
Evil was always appealing, and Luke definitely corroborated what her grandfather had preached.
She could only imagine what her granddad would say if he knew about her new partner. No doubt, Granddaddy would be horrified. Maybe she should be, too.
Yet Luke held a kindness and fairness in him that belied his genetics.
Or maybe she was being stupid and seeing only what she wanted to—just like she’d once done with Bert. On paper, he’d looked perfect.
Confirmation bias was a bitch.
Don’t trust Luke.
As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly. Her grandfather’s other favorite quote.
It was hard for a leopard to change spots. Or for someone to walk away from their habits.
Luke had spent thousands of years in Hell. Thousands of years collecting souls and damning people.
That evil inclination would still be inside him. All she had was his word that he’d changed.
Just like all those times Bert had told her that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. That he would never lie to her.
How many times had she believed him to her detriment?
Yeah, she had to remember that at the end of the day, Luke was from Hell.
She wasn’t.
If Luke returned to his old ways, she was screwed. They all were. That was a sobering thought, and a terrifying one.
Unless the entire world took up residence in a Chick-fil-A, she had no idea how to stop him.
Her thoughts kept spinning, until they reached their destination.
Helly reappeared the instant Luke parked the car.
As they got out, Sorcha saw a small black sign next to a tree that was drowning in Spanish moss. “Emmet Park?”
“Yeah. There are some shops and businesses over there.” He jerked his chin to a line of them not far away.
But what held her attention was the large number of other trees being devoured by the Spanish moss hanging from them.
Gorgeous…simply gorgeous.
Her gaze went to the white brick building with red awnings just ahead of them. “Old Harbour Inn…” That place was haunted as shit. Even from this distance, she could feel the spirits that were trapped there. “You do see what I do, right?”
Luke arched a brow. “There are ghosts all over Savannah.” He headed toward the hotel where there was an iron bridge with stairs leading down to a cobbled road below where more cars were parked.
Every part of her wanted to run from this place. The last thing she needed was to get closer to the ghosts haunting this area. It was every bit as bad as some of the places she’d gone to in New Orleans.
In fact, this whole area strangely reminded her of that city.
