Page 83 of Hell’s Half Acre

Rubbing at his stinging cheek, he glared at her. “I know, but it couldn’t wait.”

“Yes. It could.” She placed a hand on her hip as she glared at him.

Luke rubbed his stinging cheek. “You don’t even know what it is.”

“Whatever it is, it’s not as important as your well-being. You could have summoned me.”

“I was in a hurry. I need to borrow some of your troops.”

His mother scowled at him. “Why?”

“Sorcha is under attack. Necos are after her, and she was shot on the street. I want someone other than lackadaisical demons to watch her and make sure no one else gets near her.”

A deep frown furrowed her beautiful brow. “How many are you thinking?”

Two hundred. Minimum. But Sorcha would never go for that.

Damn it.

He had to be more reasonable and he hated being reasonable. Especially when it concerned the safety of someone he cared about. “Four.”

“Done. I’ll send them to guard her. Now get out of here before you’re seen!”

No sooner had his mother said that than the portal opened. Six of his father’s enforcers stepped out of it.

Good.

Luke summoned a flaming hellfire fireball he’d inherited from his father, and tossed it at the enforcer nearest him.

The enforcer screamed in agony and fell back through the portal.

Ignoring him, the other five dove to tackle Luke.

Luke teleported, then grabbed the one nearest his mother and twisted his head off.

Oh, he was glad Sorcha wasn’t here. She’d be horrified. He, on the other hand, was thrilled.

The other four turned to charge him, but before they could, his mother zapped them out of there.

Luke glared at her. “Really? I need to vent spleen on them.”

“You need to get out of here. Go!”

Wanting to argue, but knowing it would be futile, he did as she said.

A few more fights and I’ll be back to normal.

Or would he? He should be euphoric. In the past, tearing the head off something had been orgasmic.

While he’d enjoyed it, it lacked the luster it’d held in the past.

Didn’t matter. He knew what would reinstate his happiness.

With that thought in mind, he returned to the human realm where he could pick up the scent of the one creature he wanted to kill.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were a number of creatures he wanted to kill.

This one, however, was imperative.