“I didn’t think you could legally ask me that question.”
“This isn’t HR related. It’s more a way to determine how receptive you’ll be to the truth.”
Now Sorcha had to know. “I’m open to things. Why?”
“Luke Teivel is the son of Lucifer…and he’s been banned from Hell.”
Chapter
Two
Luke Teivel is the son of Lucifer…and he’s been banned from Hell. The captain’s words repeated themselves in Sorcha’s head.
Sorcha had absolutely no idea how to react to that. Her first instinct was to laugh and leave. Any normal person receiving that information would definitely run for the door.
But she wasn’t normal and neither was Infernal Affairs. This was an organization set up to deal with preternatural things regular law enforcement couldn’t handle. She’d known about them most of her life. Her father, who’d been a police captain in Jackson, Mississippi, had told her stories of working with them during the late eighties when they’d been founded.
Because of her “abilities” that had kicked in during her teenage years, her father had recommended her to Elana.
But the son of Lucifer…
How was that even possible?
“You’re kidding.”
Elana shook her head slowly. “Believe me, I know how it sounds. When we first encountered him…it was quite spectacular. Yet here we are.”
Yeah, okay… “And how are we here?”
“I was banished from Hell. Let’s leave it at that.”
Sorcha gasped as Luke’s deep, resonant voice intruded on their conversation.
How on Earth did a man that size move so silently? At least six-five, maybe six-six, he towered over them.
And he was dressed black on black, including a long leather coat in the simmering heat. How he could stomach that in this humid weather, she had no idea. She was only wearing a white V-neck T-shirt and black slacks and she was roasting.
But there was one question she had to have an answer to. “What does someone do to get banished from Hell?”
Again, that infectious grin spread across his face. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”
Yes, it was. “Did you deserve it?”
His grin turned charming. “Of course, I did. Pissing off Old Scratch is what I do best.” He winked at her. “Now saddle up, detective. We’re heading out.”
Sorcha’s jaw fell open. Uh, yeah. Heading off alone with the son of the devil who’d been banished from Hell just didn’t seem like the smartest or sanest thing to do.
She looked at her boss.
“You heard the demon. Saddle up.” Chuckling, Elana headed back toward their offices.
“Do I get a gun?” she called after Elana.
“Won’t need one with Luke as your partner. And if you shoot him, you’ll only piss him off.”
What did that mean? Sorcha was afraid to ask. Had someone tried to shoot?
She glanced over to see that Luke was quickly making strides back toward the building where he’d vanished to change from his black board shorts into a black shirt, jeans and coat.
