Nothing stood out and Sorath was gone.
Where are you, you bastard. More importantly, who are you?
“You okay?”
He glanced down at Sorcha. “Sure.”
“That’s a weak sounding sure. Should I be worried?”
Honestly, he didn’t know. Something wasn’t right. He felt it deep inside.
And if Sorath was right about the truce being broken…
His father was in danger.
Why do you care?
Because Lucifer was his father. Rotten soulless bastard that he was and Luke’s job was to protect the throne.
Someone had kicked him out of the game, knowing that would leave his father in a position of weakness. Something that could be fatal if the Orders began warring again.
“Luke?”
He ignored Sorcha. “Helly!”
His imp appeared instantly. “You barked, dominus?”
“Find my mother and tell her I need to see her. Now.”
Chapter
Ten
Sorcha had no idea what was wrong with Luke. All the playfulness was gone. He was exquisitely feral. And truthfully, it scared her.
For the first time, she saw the demon in him. It was ruthless and cold.
Distant.
And the last thing she wanted was to be alone with him when he was like this. “I’ll go hitch a ride with Bernadette back to the office.”
He didn’t say a word.
Okay, then. He really wasn’t the Luke she’d been getting to know.
This side of him…she didn’t like it, and she practically ran back down the cobbled street to where Rory and Bernadette were wrapping up with Jedi.
Bernadette frowned as she saw her. “You okay?”
Not really. She was a lot more shaken than she wanted to admit. “Can I get a ride back to the office with you?”
“I wasn’t going straight back. Is Luke?—”
“I can take you,” Rory said, cutting Bernadette off. “That is, if you don’t mind?”
“That’d be great. Thanks.”
He inclined his head to her before he slid his phone in his pocket, then went to speak privately with Jedi.
