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I didn’t point the finger at Dawn, but his words implied Snow was the traitor. My instinct said she was trustworthy, but I wouldn’t learn anything by making guesses. I would presume they were both innocent until I saw proof otherwise.
Tank put his fists under his chin with a pout. The big guy looked like a child who got scolded. He looked so hurt, I wanted to hug him again.
“That’s the thing with traitors.” Gorgo shoved the keys back inside his cloak pocket. “They’re very tricky.”
Tank growled. “Just because you helped us doesn’t mean we trust you. Like you just said, they’re very tricky.”
No more sulking. No more wasting time sitting here. Time to rescue the rest of my team, find the divine sword, and kill Asmodeus. I could look for other angels to help us but didn’t know who to trust.
We were tossed into the human world with a mission. Live or die. Nobody cared. Angels were weapons. A means to end the demons and nothing more. But there had to be more. And perhaps if I could gather species with common goals, then we had a better chance.
Tank, Otis, and I alone couldn’t save Zander. I had no choice but to trust Gorgo. All or nothing. And if I could trust a demon, then perhaps I could trust …
Gorgo narrowed his eyes. “What are you thinking, Eva?” He said my name with a punch.
I was starting to like this demon. He must have seen something mischievous in the small curl of my lips.
“You’re friends with Victus, aren’t you?” I was out of my mind to even consider teaming up with a vampire king, but I had no choice.
Gorgo furrowed his brow. “I wouldn’t say friends, but why?”
“He owes you something, right? I want him to owe me something too.” I would use Victus and then kill him.
“Why?” Gorgo edged closer to me.
Tank grimaced. “Not a good idea. Vamps are creepy, and they move fast like … like …” His eyes grew wide and his chest rose and fell rapidly. “Like giant squirrels. Squampire With sharp teeth and claws.” Tank curled his fingers.
Otis and I snickered despite what we’d been through. A short reprieve. Gorgo glanced between Otis and me without a clue. He didn’t know about Tank’s fear of squirrels, of all things.
Tank shuddered down to the tips of his half-closed wings, like the way a dog would dry himself.
Water sprayed everywhere, and Gorgo backed away and raised his arms up to cover his face. “Are you a dog?”
Tank shrugged. “Better than a squirrel. Cuter and loyal.”
No more playfulness.
I peered up to Gorgo and commanded, “Take me to Victus, now.” I glanced between Tank and Otis and lowered my gaze down my dress. “But first, we need to get out of these wet clothes.”
Angels, demons, vampires. A strange and deadly team. But why the hell not.
Chapter Thirteen
The Vampire’s Lair
Evangeline
We rode on Gorgo’s wagon, followed by an escort of his soldiers on horses. We passed through a forest, markets, and villages, and entered a cemetery in a town called Rusnix.
Headstones lined the dirt path on either side. Gorgo parked next to a weathered stone mausoleum and told Sam, his captain, and the rest of his soldiers to stay behind and keep watch.
“Victus lives here?” Otis jumped off the wagon, his long locks flapped then rested. “Either he’s insane or brave. I bet on the first.”
Tank walked beside Otis and said, “Vamps are sort of dead, right? So maybe they need to be with dead things?”
Gorgo pointed to Tank as he led the way. “Is that one slow? I thought all angels were intelligent, captivating, and majestic.”
“I heard that, demon.” Tank pounded the slightly ajar gate leading to the mausoleum, and the metal doors swung open. “First you call me a dog, then slow? Come up with better words than …”
