Page 76 of The Demigod

“Wait… Lenore?” I asked, the name conjuring up a memory. “The witch who is with Lycus?”

“Yeah. Lenore was raised in a coven that focused on more nature-based work. She can heal. I mean… this might be a challenge even for her. But she’s the only one I know the location of right now.”

“Where?” I asked. I needed to go. Right then.

Arick gave me an address and general directions to follow.

“Aggy, we have to go. Now.”

“Actually, I hate to do this, but…”

“You’re staying?” I asked.

“I kind of wanted to talk to him about my plans,” she said, waving toward Arick.

I knew I shouldn’t have felt disappointed, like I was losing a good friend. I’d just met the girl. But there was a small rush of sadness that I hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But… if you change your mind, maybe Arick can let me know?”

“Of course,” Arick agreed. “Do you need anything for your ride?”

“No. No. I just need to get going,” I said.

We said our goodbyes, and I climbed back in the car, hoping Aggie was in good hands but knowing she could handle herself.

“I’m going to get you some help,” I told Daemon, reaching back to pull the blankets back over him more. He felt cooler than usual. And he still hadn’t healed up at all. “Lenore is going to know what to do,” I assured him, even if I had no freaking idea if that was true or not.

It wasn’t a long drive from Arick’s to the demon clubhouse.

Though, ‘clubhouse’ was a pretty absurd way to describe their home. Estate.

It was a mansion made of gray stone and impossibly large windows.

There was also a ton of privacy, thanks to the woods that surrounded it.

Honestly, it was gorgeous.

If I were a stupidly wealthy immortal, it was the kind of place I would want to live in.

But there was no time for admiration.

I flew up the driveway and rushed out of the car, going into the back to grab Daemon.

He grunted as I shifted him around, making my heart soar. I mean, sure, he was probably grunting in pain. But it was the biggest reaction I’d gotten out of him since Nemesis dropped him in the motel room.

“That’s it. Come back to me,” I demanded as his arms flailed and his legs kicked. “If you could… just… help me get you to the door…”

As if understanding me, or maybe just reacting instinctively, his legs did a little walking—though a lot more dragging—as I carried and pulled and dragged him to the front door, where I laid on the doorbell.

It opened almost immediately.

Then there he was.

Bael.

There was no mistaking the family resemblance, even if Bael definitely had a moodier look to him.

“Daemon?” he asked, his gaze landing on his brother.

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