Immortal little shits.
“Is that what happened here?” Sorath asked.
“Yeah.”
Sorath’s eyes flashed red. “Are they blaming us for it?”
“Relax. They think it’s a serial killer.” The normal LEOs thought of IA as consultants on occult matters. The fact that there were actual preternatural predators out here was more than most of them could handle.
Humans didn’t need to know what actually stalked them. Blame the devil while denying Lucifer’s existence.
Made all the sense in the world.
Someone whistled. “Hey, sexy! Want to follow me home?”
Luke and Sorath turned to see a young woman hanging out of a car window so that she could catcall to them both.
Sorath lifted his hand in a way that told him his friend was about to strike her with lightning or fire.
Luke grabbed his wrist. “We’re in public.”
“So? They need a lesson in manners.”
“Teach it to them in Hell.”
“That’s what I was trying to do. Why did you stop me from taking them?”
“We’re in public,” he repeated. “You know the rules.”
With a hiss, Sorath pulled his arm out of Luke’s grasp. “You used to be more fun.”
“Get me home and I will be again.” He raked a glare over Sorath’s T-shirt and jeans. “How are you not freezing?”
“I wasn’t born in Hell,” he reminded Luke.
“You’ve been there long enough to acclimate.”
Sorath scoffed. “I’ll never get used to that level of heat.”
Luke nodded, knowing what Sorath refused to say out loud. He regretted following Lucifer in his rebellion. As loyal as Sorath was to his father, the angel knew he’d screwed up.
But like Lucifer, he’d never admit it.
Luke had never understood that. But then pride wasn’t really his sin.
Lust and wrath were.
Granted the freezing cold here had seriously dampened his lust. The thought of getting naked without being in boiling water didn’t appeal to him at all.
At least not until Sorcha had shown up.
Something about her was a lot more tempting than it ought to be, and she might be worth the frostbite.
And speaking of…she was heading for them. The last thing he wanted was for her to be on Sorath’s radar. The fallen angel was way too volatile and perceptive.
“Anything else you want to tell me?” he asked Sorath.
He arched a brow at Luke’s tone. “You want me to leave?”
