Page 62 of Hell’s Half Acre

“No, it’s not. I was sent to tell you that there is concern over the Necos stalking Sorcha.”

“Why would your boss care?” Luke asked.

“I don’t ask those questions. I merely trust that there is a plan.”

Sorcha had always hated it whenever her grandfather said that. God has a plan, though we may not know it. Our time is not God’s time. Faith of a mustard seed and all that.

Prayer was supposed to move mountains.

Honestly, she got tired of waiting. Patience might be a virtue, but it wasn’t one of hers.

Luke rubbed her back as if he knew her thoughts and he probably did. One of the things she adored most about him was the fact that he knew whenever she needed him. Knew when she needed a hug. He was exceptionally perceptive.

“So what’s the concern?” Sorcha asked.

Before Remiel could answer, Rory approached them.

His gaze went from her to Luke to Remiel. “What are you doing here?” he asked the angel.

Remiel gave him a compassionate smile. “Relax, Rory. She knows what you are.”

Anger flared in Rory’s eyes, directed at Remiel. “She wasn’t to know. Why did you tell her?”

“No one told me anything.” Not exactly true. Luke had clued her in on the day they met that Rory wasn’t what he appeared and that he wasn’t fully human. “I saw your wings.”

Rory gaped. “How?”

“She’s a lot more powerful than your team gives her credit for.” Luke crossed his arms over his chest. “Now that the games are over, will one of you tell us what’s going on?”

Remiel shrugged. “We don’t exactly know.”

The expression on Luke’s face would be comical if this wasn’t so important. “God doesn’t know? You really expect me to believe that?” He dragged those words out for emphasis.

“I’m sure He does. But like your father, He doesn’t always share.”

“Then what’s the point of this discussion, Rem?”

Remiel glanced away sheepishly.

Rory stepped forward. “There’s a major bounty on Sorcha’s head. I don’t know why.” He pulled his phone out and scrolled for a second. Then, he handed it over to Sorcha.

She gasped as she read the listing that was offering six million dollars for her to be kidnapped and taken to an address she’d never seen before. “What is this?”

Luke looked at the phone and made a sound of supreme disgust. “That’s what goes out to everyone in the preternatural world who hunts for a living. They’re usually kill lists, but kidnapping isn’t unheard of.”

Rory took his phone back and slid it into his pocket. “I was looking to see if the werewolves had bounties on their heads, given how they were killed. They didn’t.” He gave Sorcha a gimlet stare. “You definitely did.”

Luke snorted. “Doesn’t this just put a rainbow on your biscuit.”

She scowled at Luke’s peculiar words. “What?”

“It’s butter your biscuit, idiot.” Rory rolled his eyes.

“Not according to Lorelei.” Luke smirked. “And I like her version better.”

Rory’s expression said he was fighting hard not to start a fight with Luke. “Anyway, I haven’t been able to find out who wants her or why. Have you?”

Luke shook his head. “Out of the three of us”—he indicated Rory, Remiel, and himself — “doesn’t it seem off that none of us can find out more information?”