Awesome.
“Turn on the radio, please. I need music.”
Sorcha gasped as a tiny woman came out of nowhere and leaned forward between them from the backseat. Around the age of twenty, she had straight, dark brown hair with high arched brows and dark red lips. There was a mischievous air to her that said she was always plotting something.
Sorcha’s heart pounding from startled alarm, she scowled. “Where did you come from?”
“Hell,” she said with a shrug. “It’s not as bad as you think…it’s worse.”
Sorcha turned toward Luke. “Explain?”
“Imp, meet Sorcha. Sorcha, Imp.” He turned the car on and it roared to life like a rumbling beast.
“Imp?” Sorcha asked.
She nodded. “You can call me that or Helly. I answer to both with an equal dose of restraint and resentment.”
Interesting. The name Helly somehow seemed to fit with her lip piercing and dark clothing. She looked like someone who would hang out with Luke, except she was as tiny as Luke was huge.
But Helly’s presence definitely confused her. “I thought you didn’t have a partner.”
Helly snorted. “Not his partner… I’m his damn-it-dog.”
“Excuse me?” Had she heard what she thought she had? “Damn-it-dog?”
Helly shrugged nonchalantly as Luke pulled out of the garage, parked and went to close the door manually. “You know, the thing you curse because it’s always getting in the way. I was assigned to him at birth by his mother. She’s a real bitch.” She snickered at that.
Sorcha was surprised that Luke took the fact Helly called his mother a bitch in stride.
Okay, then. I guess he’s not close with his mom.
She had no idea what to make of them as Luke returned to the car and got in.
But damn, he made an incredible sight with that sexy, masculine swagger. She hated how alluring a beast he was even wearing a long coat on a hot summer day.
Put it out of your mind.
So much easier said than done. Especially when someone was that innately delectable. “So where’s this Peachtree City?”
He pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street. “About four hours away. Depending on how many police cars I have to blow past.”
She winced at his words. There were few things she hated more than traveling…and in a car it was double grueling. Even with a sexy driver. “Can you teleport us there?”
He passed a droll stare toward her. “You’re with Infernal Affairs. Don’t you know anything about demons?”
“A great deal, but with you being the son of the devil, I’d expect you to have more abilities than most.”
Luke cleared his throat as he caught Helly’s amused gaze in his rearview mirror.
His new partner wasn’t wrong.
But giving strangers insight into his abilities was as likely as Helly giving someone her real name. Such things allowed others to have power and control over them. The less people knew, the better.
So he grinned at Sorcha and turned up the radio.
She listened for a few minutes, then turned it down. “Skillet? Why do you keep listening to Christian music? Isn’t that a little off brand for your ilk?”
“Ilk?” Luke repeated. “There’s a word you don’t hear every day.” He glanced over at her and shook his head. “As for my music, I love Christian rock. The faith? The message? There’s no sweeter reward than handing the faithful over to my dad. At least that used to be my goal. Now, I’m trying to think of a way to start reclaiming those souls I helped damn and really pissing off Old Scratch. Bastard deserves it. And I love revenge.”
