From somewhere beyond the door, she could hear voices, deep male baritones drifting up from the open floor below. She squeezed her eyes closed and fought to focus. They needed to be quiet or—
“You’re safe now, gorgeous. Right where you belong.”
Holy shit. This had to be who Asmia was with. Didn’t look much like a demon with the fancy suit and shiny shoes.
“You won’t keep me here, Perfidious. They’ll come for me.”
“Perhaps they’ll try.” The man snickered. “But trust me, we won’t be here long. And we’ll keep moving to ensure your safety.”
Orianna studied the man with his dark hair and clear blue eyes, wanting to be able to give an apt description of him. She shifted her focus to the room they were in. It looked like a warehouse or maybe a dungeon. Dark and dingy, similar to the abandoned warehouses she’d visited when she’d been looking for Amber.
“Why are you doing this?” Asmia asked.
“Because you’re my mate, gorgeous. Even if you don’t realize it yet.”
“Never,” Asmia snapped. “I belong to no one.”
“Oh, but you do. And it won’t take much effort to manipulate the Fates, have them realigning your destiny, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Orianna groaned when the vision faded, slipped away on a whisper of breath. She kept her eyes closed for a second, allowed the snapshot image to remain in her mind so she could relay everything to Eclipse. Whether or not it would help, she didn’t know, but Orianna would do her best to—
The image flashed brilliantly in her mind once more, the man moving toward Asmia.
“Oh, God,” Orianna cried out when the image flashed. The dark hair and chiseled jaw gave way to… “He’s the devil.”
The face was grotesque, the skin pulled too tightly over the features, complete with beady eyes and a distorted nose. There were bumps on his head. No, scratch that. Those were horns. Short, stubby protrusions with sharp points.
She inhaled sharply when the image warped, returning that of the human man, who looked normal in comparison.
The sound of the doorknob turning had her eyes shooting open. The hand holding the brush was over her heart as though she needed to assure the organ she was safe and sound, no devils here. Eclipse stepped inside, Obsidian and Penelope right behind him.
Who knew what she looked like, but based on the way their eyes widened, it couldn’t have been good.
“Sezari?”
“I’m okay.” She wasn’t sure if she was assuring him or herself.
“Anything?” There was so much hope on Penelope’s pretty face.
“I saw her.” Orianna glanced between all three faces. “Looks like he’s taken her to an abandoned warehouse. I don’t know where, couldn’t see out any of the windows.” She exhaled heavily. “He was telling her he’s going to realign their destinies. I don’t know what that means. Something about manipulating the Fates so she belonged to him.”
Eclipse glanced over at Obsidian briefly.
“But it gets worse,” she admitted, drawing their attention back to her. “Thatthingshe’s with…” Orianna inhaled deeply, the image flashing in her brain once more. “He’s a devil. Like, literally. Horns and all.”
When they didn’t appear surprised by that, Orianna frowned.
“He’s a demon,” Eclipse explained. “Did you see him in his natural form?”
“The vision flashed between the two. He looked like a man, then…” More breaths in, more out. Slow and steady. “I can try again if you’d like,” Orianna offered when no one spoke. “I’m not sure what good it’ll do.”
“We appreciate your efforts,” Penelope said, her voice edged with pain, her eyes ringed in red. Clearly she’d been crying.
Orianna held up the hairbrush. “I’d like to keep this for a bit. I’ll hold on to it. Maybe another vision will come.”
Obsidian nodded before leading Penelope from the room.
Eclipse offered his hand and Orianna accepted it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.
