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“In and out,” Greyson warned.
As Julian led her through the tunnel, she caught sight of several roaches running up and down the walls. What the hell?
The earth crunched under her boot. An insect fell from the ceiling and landed on her shoulder and scampered down her arm. She jumped back and smacked the enormous brown creature off her wrist. “Jesus Christ. I hate roaches. This place is crawling with vermin. Fuck.”
“We’re almost there,” Julian assured them.
“Fucking roaches. Fucking fae. Fucking demons.” Rafe kept close behind Cassia.
“All right, lad. Keep your cool,” Greyson reminded him.
As they stepped inside the courtyard, Cassia’s pulse raced as she caught sight of two men fucking a woman suspended by ropes. A red-headed man sat on a black velvet wing back chair with a book in his hands. Smoke poured out of his mouth, a pipe clutched tight between his teeth.
“Kellan.” Julian’s face wore a loathsome expression.
“Knew you were comin’ so put on a show. Rugged lads. That one there has a huge cock.”
“Put your fuckin’ clothes on before I give you a show,” Greyson growled at the trio and glared at Kellan. “Stop bein’ such a cunt.”
“So many of you tonight. Am I that big of a threat?” Kellan pointed at the naked woman. “This is Sheila. She’s a professional. She loves a good fucking but is great at head.”
“Don’t fuck with us, fae. Stop this now,” Julian demanded.
Kellan held a book into the air. “The Great Gatsby. It has all my favorite sins. Lust. Gluttony. I do believe it’s my favorite.”
“We’re here for business. Get rid of the side show,” Julian demanded, exerting his power.
Dressed in a smoking jacket and pajama pants, Kellan blew out a breath, sending rings of smoke up into the air. He set the book down in his lap and with his pipe still between his teeth, he clapped his hands and they disappeared. His cold eyes settled on Rafe.
“The wonder boy wolf lives. Why is he here?”
“I’m here to finish off what you started in Wyoming. Hunter wouldn’t let me kill you that day but oh …” Rafe looked side to side and then cocked his head. “Don’t see him here.”
“We need information about a vessel called Aroya,” Julian told him.
“Are we making a deal, Alpha? Well then, welcome to my humble abode. Hmm…what shall the debt be?”
“There’ll be no debt. You owe Hunter, therefore you owe me.” Julian pinned him with a glare.
“No, no, no, no. That’s not how this works,” he spat, his voice laced with anger. “You pay. I give you info.”
“Let me tell you how this is gonna go. I’m asking and you’re giving me the information I need to know,” Julian took a step towards him. “Do it and I won’t send you straight back to the demons you’re running from.”
“Ah, what are you talking about? I go freely, I tell ya. It’s the magick of the fae. We do as we please.”
“I’ve heard you’ve been spending a lot of time here in New Orleans. Why’s that? Perhaps it’s the devil himself you owe?” Julian asked.
Kellan tossed the book into the stone firepit and jumped to his feet. “You know nothing!”
“Agree to my deal. You answer and I keep Rafe and Dominique from ripping you to shreds and feeding you to the hellhounds that have been chasing us.”
“I command the hellhounds … who are you to come here and demand such things?”
“You must mistake me for someone who hasn’t been to Hell. Would you like me to remind you of the powers of an ancient?”
“Liar. You don’t have the power to kill me.” Kellan kicked at the dirt and began to pace, continuing to smoke his pipe.
“That’s not a bet you wanna take. You owe Hunter. You owe his wolves. Rafe is of his pack.”
