Page 41 of Hell’s Half Acre

Envee nodded. “When we’re in the closet, this room is distorted.”

That was interesting to know, and she wondered why it’d be like that.

“I’ve seen you a few times,” Sorcha said to Envee. “You were wearing a red dress and had red horns.”

Envee smiled. “That’s my dancing dress and I normally make my horns match my wardrobe.”

All of a sudden, Sorcha yawned.

Envee stood up instantly. “You’re tired. Why don’t you go on to bed?”

Even though it was getting really late, Sorcha wasn’t sure about that. Going to bed with two demons in the room?

Okay, technically, it was one demon and a hellcat. Still…

Trinket gave Envee a knowing smile. “She doesn’t trust us.”

“You think?” Envee laughed. “I don’t trust us.” Then she smiled at Sorcha. “But don’t worry. We’re not going to do anything to make Luke send us back to Hell. Unlike him, we have no interest in returning. We like it here.”

“Definitely.”

That, Sorcha believed. Especially given all the nightmares she’d heard from Luke and Helly.

“Okay, then. I’ll try and get some rest.” Sorcha left them and returned to Luke’s bedroom.

She climbed into bed and had to stifle a satisfied moan. This was one of the most comfortable beds she’d ever been in. It fit her as if it’d been made for her. Yawning, she picked up the remote on the nightstand. Turning on the TV, she settled down, then froze as Luke’s scent hit her like a hammer. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. Warmth flooded her as she imagined him next to her.

Of them…

He’s your partner!

She was going to keep saying that to herself. The last thing she wanted was to harm their friendship. Sex complicated everything and that was with a normal human being.

Luke was a prince of Hell. Son of the devil.

Only an idiot would be attracted to him.

Sadly, she was an idiot.

Clutching his pillow to her head, she rolled to her side and forced her thoughts to the headless body they’d found. That image quickly brought her body under control.

Tomorrow, they’d go talk to the werewolf pack. But first she needed to sleep.

Yeah, right. Like you’re going to get any sleep in this bed.

Chapter

Six

“She asleep?”

Standing in the living room, Envee pulled her head back through the closed door and nodded. “She looks like an angel.”

Trinket raised an eyebrow at that.

“Well, she does.” Envee returned to her seat across from the couch. “It’s so weird being on this side, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I never cared much for the human realm. You?”