I glance around, seeing the art on the walls; some of it is just normal art. Other pieces are wards, protection sigils, and curses.
“Have you ever seen markings that flow into the skin and come to the surface?” I ask impulsively.
He frowns. “Yes. If you meet one of them, stay away from them.”
“Who was it?”
“His name was Elanderth, but everyone called him Death. He died a long time ago, protecting his mate. The story is infamous. He managed to send her to another world before the demons who were hunting them got her. He almost wiped out a thousand of them. But no one demon can survive against so many, not when they kept coming.”
I rub my chin, glancing outside at Lirin, Leaf, Brio, and Mei.
He glances at us, then at Mei, and his eyes widen. “Death had a child?”
I move with the speed of light, holding a blade to his throat. “You didn’t see her. We came here today, and it was just the three of us.”
He swallows hard. “Sure. You have to understand, Death was one of the most respected warriors in Hell. He was magic. We all mourned when he died.”
I growl at him, not wanting to hear the awe and curiosity in his voice. I want him to forget her.
“I swear on my soul as a demon that I mean no ill will towards any child of Death or that omega out there.”
I snarl louder and shove the knife up higher. It bites into his skin. His massive muscles bulge, but then he relaxes.
“I’m Turn, and the creature, the job you are after, he hangs from up high and stalks people. He likes the drunk and drugged ones, chasing and terrorizing them until he finally ends it.”
“Turn?” I scoff, but Canto puts his hand on my shoulder and eases me back.
“Thank you. Is there anything else that we need to know?” Canto says smoothly.
Turn shakes his head, but his eyes are on Mei. “Death would be so happy to know she made it.”
I slam him into the wall of his shop. “She doesn’t exist,” I grit out furiously.
“There are demons who are going to want to meet her; you can’t keep her buried to yourselves forever.”
This idiot wants to die. I exchange a look with Canto, silently telling him that we should do it now. He shakes his head in a minute movement.
“We can while she’s being hunted by the creature that took her mother,” Ronit snaps in a deadly warning that leaves no illusions of what will happen to him if he continues pushing.
Turn’s grey eyes get wide, and he clutches his black leather vest to his chest, his lips turning down. Everything about him is now saying that he will obey, but I still don’t trust him.
Turn’s bronzed skin pales. “Deux?”
I whip my head towards him. “How the fuck did you know that?”
“There are a few creatures everyone fears, but a whole heap of them are locked up still or packed up, but there are rumours of Deux roaming around unchecked. I’d heard the Healer was here.”
I don’t like it. I don’t like any of it.
“But who are you?” he says, and his eyes turn golden yellow as he studies me.
My temper snaps, and I take a step, but the door opens, and the feeling of a thousand-foot wave bearing down fills the shop.
He throws himself back, slamming into the wall and sliding sideways.
“Sirens? You’re the Sirens?”
Ronit snarls. “Leaf, that wasn’t needed.”
