“Don’t want to have to explain you to humans.” He raked Sorath with a smirk. “You tend to stand out.”
Sorath passed an interested look toward Sorcha as if he knew Luke specifically didn’t want to introduce the fallen angel to her. “As you wish, my lord. But I did learn one thing. Remiel has nothing to do with your banishment.” And with that, he turned and headed toward Delilah.
I hope Helly isn’t still there. She’d never been fond of Sorath. His imp might even scream if she saw him. But Helly could hold her own.
He headed toward Sorcha. “What’s up?”
“Sorry to interrupt…” Her voice trailed off as she saw that he was alone. “Your friend left?”
“He had things to do.”
“And who was he?”
Luke tsked. “Keep your detective questions on matters related to the students not on my personal business.”
She made a sound that let him know he’d just pissed her off. “Okay, then. So… Rory really has a problem with you.”
“I’m aware.”
“Why? Did you bite him?”
He scoffed at the mere suggestion. “Never. I don’t want rabies…or cooties.”
“You’re the canine,” she said as if he didn’t know that half of his genetics.
“And Rory’s a raven. What’s your point?”
“Wait. I’m lost. He’s what?”
“Corvus. Corvan… Never mind. I know way too much Latin. Anyway, did you need something more specific?”
“They’re about to move the body. I just came to see if you wanted to take another look before they did.”
“I think I have what I need.”
Sorcha gave him a penetrating stare at his odd behavior and peeved tone. “Did you take issue with something your friend said or are you pissed at me?”
“Neither.”
She cocked her head. It didn’t sound that way. Luke wasn’t his usual happy self. Something in him had changed and she didn’t like this version of him. It was…a little scary and lot of off-putting. “Anything I can do to help?”
Luke ground his teeth at her question. Those words tugged at him. He wasn’t used to anyone trying to help him.
Seduce. Tempt. Torment. Set up. Punish…those happened all the time.
But never help. He wasn’t sure what to do with that.
“Can I get a copy of the photos you took?” he asked.
“Sure. I’ll email them when we get in the car.”
“Thanks.” As Luke started toward Delilah, the hair at the nape of his neck stood up.
Someone was watching him and not just some random lust-filled woman or man.
This was different.
Turning around slowly, he tried to find the source of his discomfort.
