“Sure.” While Luke watched his Banana Ball, Sorcha relayed everything from the moment they arrived until they returned here with Amandine and Eli. She omitted mentioning Luke’s mom and how Amandine actually left.
Instead, she shrugged. “The girl became angry at her boyfriend and stormed out of here. No idea where she’s gone.”
“Thank you.” He looked over to Luke. “You?”
“That’s about the size of it,” he said in an affected Southern drawl. “No need in doing two reports unless you love paperwork. I’ve nothing to add to what Detective O’Malley said.”
“All right.” He tucked the paper he’d filled out into the metal clipboard case. “If there’s nothing else…” He headed to the door and stopped to look back at Sorcha. “Did we say seven or eight?”
“Thought we said six, but seven works.”
He smiled kindly. “I’ll see you, then.”
The moment he was gone, Luke turned off the board with his thoughts. “What’s this? You’re meeting up with the Snozzle?”
“Snozzle? What?”
“If I use the term I normally use for him, you’ll be highly offended. Snozzle is the wholesome alternative.”
She took a long breath as she moved to sit in front of his desk. “I really don’t understand the animosity between you two. What did he do? Steal your bone?”
Luke ignored her dig at his heritage. “He’s a pompous dickweed. How can you stand being around him?”
She gave him a dry, pointed stare.
“Fine. I’m a dickweed, too. I acknowledge my whole dickweedery.” He gestured at the door Rory had just walked through. “He’s a cambion and he’s too stupid to know it.”
That made her stomach drop. “What?”
“Oh yeah. Before you go on a date with him, be careful. Prince—bleeped for your delicate sensibilities—is not fully human.”
“How do you know that?”
The look he gave her was bone-chilling. “I can smell it on him. It’s an unmistakable odeur.”
That was interesting, but she still didn’t know why he was so angry over it. “I would think that would make you get along all the more.”
“Not when he’s something fetid to me.”
“And that is?”
“Nephilim.” Luke spat the word as if it choked him to even pronounce those syllables.
Oh. That made sense. Sort of…
“How do you know that?”
“He oozes that desperate like me, like me ’cause I’m good pheromone. It chokes me every time I’m near the beast.”
There was so much to unpack from those words that she wasn’t sure where to begin. But she kept coming back to one thing. “You’re friends with an angel. Why does Rory irritate you so?”
“Remi is Remi. He never judges, as it’s not his place. Rory judges the shit out of me, so I return the favor. With interest. No pencil-neck shit-stain is going to look down his way-too-long nose at me like I’m the runt of my litter or something that just pissed on his leg.”
He said that, but there was more to it than just what he told her.
Much more.
“Oh my God! You’re jealous!”
