Page 62 of Infernal

“Then what do you suggest, angel?”

“I don’t know, but there has to be a better way. Maybe a Seer could help us. Or maybe there’s another spell we’re not thinking about.” I turned to Nikki for confirmation. She appeared to be lost in her own world—probably fantasizing about her romp in the sack with devil-Trace. “Nikki?”

“I think I might know where they are,” she said suddenly, her aquamarine eyes glimmering like two precious stones that had the power to compel and destroy all in one look.

“Where?” Dominic and I asked at the same time.

“Trace’s house.”

“That’s a little basic, don’t you think?” chided Dominic.

“Trust me, they’re there. I’m sure of it.”

“What makes you say that?” I asked, curious how she’d gotten to that conclusion.

“He made a really big deal about not going there. I didn’t think anything about it at the time, but I’m guessing that was the reason why,” she said as she waggled her eyebrows.

Well, it was a bit of a stretch, but at this point, it was the only lead we had.

“I’ll ask Ben to track the house tomorrow night,” I said, ready to get this plan off the ground. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about involving any more people in this, but this was Trace we were talking about, and Ben was his best friend. Helping us is exactly what he’d want to be doing. “How long after he confirms their location can you do the spell?”

“I just need to get a couple of things,” she said as she stood up from the couch. “But I’ll be ready by tomorrow.”

“Get whatever you need now,” I said, making sure not to mince words. “This is our one and only chance. If we mess this up, they’ll know we’re coming and we won’t get another opportunity to get close again.” Of that I was sure.

“I’m already on it,” she said as she smoothed out her dark jeans before starting towards the door. “You just worry about you and make sure you have that army of yours ready,” she said over her shoulder.

Little did she know, my little army of one had been ready and waiting to end those bitches the moment they shoved that mega-demon into Trace’s body.

“I’ll call you on loverboy’s phone when I have everything,” she added and then left the room, slamming the door shut behind herself.

I rolled my eyes at the door.

As irritated as I was of having to work with Nikki, I was glad she came through for us. And byus, I meant Trace. I knew the only reason she was doing this was for him, but that was one hundred percent good enough for me.

My gaze slid across the room to Dominic. He was leaning against the balcony railing, both hands buried in his pocket as he watched me with an undecipherable look in his eyes. He was probably wondering how I’d managed to drag him all the way into the middle of a war that had nothing to do with him and was conspiring to come up with a way to get out of it.

I’d save him the trouble.

“There’s still time for you to get out of this,” I said as I made my way over to him. He needed to know I didn’t expect him to do anything for me. Especially not to help me save my boyfriend from Lucifer—the freaking devil himself. No one in their right mind would expect that of someone. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” He titled his head to the side and studied my features, all the while his own expression remaining a blank mask that gave nothing away.

I folded my arms across my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was because of the light rain peppering my skin or because of the intense way he was staring at me. “Is that a no?”

“A firm one.” He smiled lazily.

It was beyond me how he managed to remain so composed at a time when so much was at stake. Obviously, he wasn’t getting the gravity of the situation. He wasn’t understanding that this was life or death for all of us, including him.

“You do realize that this could go really bad tomorrow, don’t you?” I asked and then bit the inside of my cheek.

“Yes, I’m aware of that, angel.”

“Are you sure?” I said and took a step closer. “Because you seem really calm, being that tomorrow could be the last day of your entire existence.”

“I’ve had a good life.” He smirked, flashing me that lopsided grin that was all his. “I suppose tomorrow’s as good a day as any.”

“That’s not funny.”

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