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A black silk shirt immediately appeared on Trinket.

Sorcha took a seat in the armchair next to the couch. “Do you prefer Trinket or Mircea?”

The question seemed to confuse him. “What do you mean?”

“I want to make sure I use the right name for you. What do you like to be called?”

Luke grabbed two bottles of water and headed over to hand her one. “He’s never had anyone ask him that before. But I’m sure he prefers Trinket. Most of us never use our real names.”

Because in Hell it gave someone power over them when they knew their birth names. She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but Luke and Helly had said it to her enough that it was now seared into her brain.

Trinket blinked twice, turned back into a cat and ran across the floor toward Luke’s bedroom.

“Not in my bed, kitty, and don’t scratch anything.” That deep rumbling bass made her want to sit up straighter. Luke had a scary commanding voice when he wanted to.

Sorcha frowned. “I can’t tell if you like him or not.”

“We have some history.” Luke sat down on the couch and opened his water.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Not really.” Luke glanced at his phone, then spoke out loud again to Trinket. “How long have the demons been out?”

“No idea.”

Luke turned his attention to Envee.

She shrugged. “I don’t have a watch, dominus.”

He checked his phone again. “So sometime between Helly telling us and several hours of finding Envee in a freezer.” There was an underlying tone in his voice.

“What are you thinking?” Sorcha asked.

Luke smirked. “That Dohlar’s out there somewhere causing chaos.”

Given what she knew of them, she’d say that was a safe bet. “How do you normally track them?”

He took a swig of his water before he recapped it. “Follow the screams.”

That wasn’t comforting at all. “You think they’re still together as a group?”

Envee laughed.

Grimacing, Luke shook his head. “Most of them can’t stand each other. They’re who knows where.” He picked up his phone and texted someone.

“Who are you talking to?”

“Asking Kieran to keep an eye out while he’s patrolling tonight. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll find some of them first.”

Kieran was one of the Dark-Hunters stationed in Savannah. She’d not met him physically, but they’d spoken on the phone a few times.

“If you need to go look for them, I’ll be fine here,” Sorcha said.

He cast a fierce grimace toward Envee. “Can you guard her?”

“Of course, dominus. Especially if there’s more ice cream for payment.” She grinned.

Luke shook his head. “My apartment is warded. After what Anubis just did, nothing should be able to get inside here without an invitation. I’m just a call away if you need me, and Delilah will be downstairs.”