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“Following me was stupid, Sarty.” She patted his bald head. “Because now that I have you, I’m going to make you tell me where Arik is, and then you’re going to help me find my agimortus.”

He laughed… well, sort of coughed, since his mouth was full of blood. “I’m going to take you to your husband. And I’m going to strip your human’s skin off his body while he watches the Dark Lord fuck you until you tear in half.”

“You are disgusting.” She looked up at Bones. “Make him hurt a little.”

Bones bared his razor-sharp teeth and took a bite out of the angel’s shoulder. Flesh ripped away with a curious zipping noise. Sartael screamed in agony.

“Now, you piece of shit,” she purred. “Agree to help me, or next time Bones goes for something more tender. He’s always loved Rocky Mountain Oysters. I guess we’ll call them angel oysters, yes?”

“I’m going to see you fry,” he ground out. “I’m going to tell your brothers how you stood before the Dark Lord and begged him to take you as his bride. How you promised to bring your brothers to him as wedding gifts. How you stood motionless, your thighs dripping with your lust, ah yto s the chastity belt was placed around your waist.”

Her throat went as dry as the sand under her feet. “You weren’t there. You don’t know.” Except his details were spot on.

“I was the hellrat chained to Lucifer’s wrist during the ceremony. I spent almost five thousand years as a rodent—punishment for letting another angel fuck your mother before I could. I was supposed to be your father, you whore. I was supposed to be the princess’s father.” He smiled grimly. “Now I will be the princess’s bedmate when her husband is through with her.”

Cara called out, and Limos looked up to see her running toward them. In the same instant, flashes of light penetrated the evening shadows as two Harrowgates opened up several feet in front of her. Limos’s past was closing in on her, choking her, coming at her like a plane in a spiral death dive.

Crying out, she brought her sword down across Sartael’s throat, silencing him, and his ugly truths, forever.

Than stepped through one gate, dragging Gore with him. The hellhound could barely stand, was gushing blood like a waterfall. Ares exited through his own gate, leading a limping Battle.

Cara ran straight to the animals, and even as they collapsed onto the ground, she laid one hand on each. From all around, dozens of hellhounds moved in, silent as shadows, and fell upon the dead angel. Quickly, before Bones started a fight, Limos called him to her, and he dissolved into smoke before winding around her arm.

Cara’s healing gift slammed into the animals, and in minutes, their wounds had sealed.

“What the hell happened back there?” Than barked at Limos. “And why did you kill Sartael? He was our best shot at finding your agimortus!”

“I know.” That, at least, wasn’t a lie. “He threatened Arik. I freaked.” Another truth.

“You freaked?” Thanatos’s words dripped with skepticism. “You never freak. Not like that.”

Ares helped Battle to his feet as Cara finished with the hound. “And why does Lucifer think you participated in your betrothal willingly?”

“Because he’s an idiot.” Yet another truth. Before her brothers could question her further, she changed the subject. “We’ve got to get to Arik. Now. Lucifer wouldn’t lie about knowing where he is.”

Ares fed Battle a sugar cube. “Yeah, well, we don’t know where he is.”

“I’ll bet Runa does,” she said, throwing a gate. “And I’m going to make sure she knows exactly what’s going on with her brother.”

Because if there was one thing Limos knew something about, it was how far one sibling would go to protect another.

Or betray one.

Seventeen

In hindsight, Arik figured he should have had Kynan take him to his apartment. Instead, he’d asked Ky to take him to R-XR headquarters, which had been a colossal mistake. They’d immediately rushed him to medical for a full exam and every kind of test known to both human and demon science. Then he’d been isolated for questioning and another battery of tests, this