Instead of facing his brother, Theo turned to the demon. “You said that you wanted Mitch to bring us to you. That we should have come to you for helping me use the unseelie magic.”
“I am just as capable as the chosen. I am a god!” Micitian declared. Howling echoed around the hallway.
Theo wanted to run and hide, knowing that only the hounds of hell would make a sound like that. His feline side was not happy with him. He had a plan.
“But are you as trustworthy?” Theo asked.
Micitian scowled.
“The chosen would have never put me in this position. They wouldn’t ask me to kill. Or allow danger this close. Do you even have to ask why Mitch didn’t want me anywhere near you?”
Smoke flew from Micitian’s nostrils and fire flickered up his arms.
Oh! Was the demon angry? Good, so was Theo.
“You’re a demon god,” Theo said. “You’ve reminded me several times already. And demons do love their deals, don’t they?”
Theo knew he had Micitian when the demon god slowly nodded.
“Then let’s make a deal,” Theo offered.
Micitian’s surprise was evident and gave Theo the upper hand.
“A deal, you say?” Micitian’s voice echoed.
“Yes.” Theo nodded.
“You think to make a deal with a demon?”
“I am making a deal with you. The sire to my mate,” Theo said.
“I am the master of deals,” Micitian claimed.
Maybe but Theo wasn’t being controlled by his emotions. He was using his brains. And the knowledge that he’d learned from the journals and Mitch was going to benefit Theo in this deal.
“I will deal with the devil.”
Theo turned back to his brother, shocked that he could forget Bramley was still standing there.
“Silence. There is nothing you have to offer that I would want!” Micitian shoved his hands in Bramley’s direction, lifting Bramley and flinging him back into the capsule. The lid slammed closed and Bramley screamed.
Hellcats! Micitian wasn’t one to cross.
“Now.” Micitian rubbed his hands together. “We deal.”
“I want my mates,” Theo stated. “And the pizza you promised. With an ice-cold Coke. We will deal once you keep your word about everything else.”
“This is going to be fun.” Micitian grabbed Theo’s shoulder, transporting them again.
All four of his mates stood around an ugly living room with way too much red and gold.
“Theo!” Wylder ran to him, pulling Theo into his arms.
Theo hugged his human mate but heard the explosion of glass. He whirled, placing Wylder at his back.
Mitch had tossed his sire into a long mirror that had been beside the door.
“You seem angry, my son,” Micitian said as he pulled himself out of the mess of glass.
