“Cu-caw! Cu-caw!”
Like Luke, she ignored the demons. “And what do you feed them?” Other than the cookies they were begging for.
His eyes filled with absolute fear. There was a new expression she never thought she’d see on Luke’s face. “Never, ever feed them. Just keep them corralled in the closet and never release them.”
“But we’re bored, master!”
“Good. Stay that way.” He looked back at Sorcha. “When they’re not bored, they’re destroying things. Like a pack of puppies set loose in a shoe store. They’re worse than piranhas with raw meat.”
“I’m your favorite, dominus. Can’t I come out for a few minutes? I promise to behave.”
“And they lie,” Luke said.
Sorcha was still confused by all this. “So they just hang out in your closet all the time?”
“Not really. It’s a portal. The Feral Bunch can return to Hell, but for some reason they prefer to hang out in there and make me crazy.”
Suddenly, the demons began to sing a cappella in unison.
It took a second for her to catch on to the tune. “Is that Hallelujah?”
“Their favorite song. You will come to loathe it. I think they do it mostly to piss off Delilah. For that reason alone, I don’t banish them.”
She had to admit that they made a beautiful choir.
Luke knocked on the wall again. “Okay, sycophants. Knock it off.”
There was one last voice that sang a final hallelujah.
Luke rolled his eyes. “That’s Envee. She always pushes her luck and she’s Helly’s best friend. Never, ever let the two of them loose in this world together. It would be a catastrophe.”
“Good to know. Any other surprises I need to be aware of?”
“I hope not, but with the way this day’s been going… Might as well place a bet.”
“Can I have a cookie, too?” one of the demons begged.
“Snickerdoodle!”
“Choco chip is the best!”
Luke gave her wall a dry stare before he spoke. “It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again.”
Stunned beyond belief, Sorcha couldn’t move for a minute. “Did you just quote Silence of the Lambs?”
“They love horror movies. And they need to be quiet now so that I can work.”
“Jingle bells—” the words ended in a short umph, followed by a tussle.
“Don’t make him mad or we won’t get TV time. Shh!”
Luke let out a long, exasperated breath. “It’s like herding caffeinated toddlers after an ice cream and cake bender.”
Maybe, but she was dying to know what they looked like. All kinds of images were going through her mind.
“Do you have a picture of them?”
“Why would I want a picture of those hyenas?”
