Page 16 of Hell’s Half Acre

“Arbitrary rules. This is one of mine. I don’t mind getting out to open the door…unless it’s raining.”

Huh. Now that she thought about it, they’d never been out in the car when it was raining. She’d always attributed it to the fact that Luke couldn’t stand the cold. Or to be cold. Whenever he was in water, the temperature was boiling.

Being born and bred in Hell, he was used to a lot hotter climate than Savannah as hard as that was to believe.

But how interesting that Luke refrained from using his powers on the door. He was truly a strange beast.

And speaking of…

Sorcha watched the seductress turn into a shadow and drift back into the car. “Delilah? You don’t know where the closet demons are, do you?”

Delilah waited until Luke opened the garage door before she pulled the car into it and shut off the engine.

Scowling at Delilah’s actions, Luke closed the door, then removed the tie from his long hair to free it. “You two fighting again?”

“No,” Sorcha said. “I just asked her a question.”

“Tell your human pet that I don’t answer to her.”

Luke let out a long sigh. “Behave, D. I’m not in the mood to deal with a hissy fit.”

Delilah turned off the lights and caused the engine to rumble off.

Sorcha got out of the car. “I just asked if she might have a clue what happened to the demons.”

“Do you?” he asked Delilah.

“Of course not. Why would I?”

Luke shrugged. “You hang with a lower class of demon than I do. If you hear something from one of the others, let me know.”

Sorcha could just imagine the furious glower Delilah was giving Luke. But Delilah knew better than to test him.

Or have him see her smirking.

Luke opened the door that led to his upstairs apartment. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you go on home?”

“I’d rather help you search for the demons. Four eyes are better than two.”

He rubbed at his eyebrow. “Unless you’re a demon. Then, it’s just confusing.”

Sorcha scowled. “What?”

“Nothing. Just a saying in Hell.” Raking both hands through his hair, Luke let out a long sigh. That was an action he only took when exceptionally irritated.

Was it at her?

“What’s wrong?” Sorcha followed him up the stairs toward his small apartment.

It still amazed her that he chose to live in something that was basically three rooms—kitchen that was attached to the living room and a bedroom with a tiny bathroom. Helly had told her stories of how huge their mansion was in Hell.

Yet Luke seemed completely at home in his tiny area.

For a prince of Hell, he was remarkably normal, practical, and well-adjusted. At least most of the time.

Much more so than she was, if truth were told. And she wondered if it was just a facade for him the same way it was for her. Inside, she normally screamed in frustration with the world.

Screamed over the injustice of not being able to find the asshole who killed her sister.