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She threw a sweatshirt on and stuffed her feet into her Converses. Whatever bug had got out of the hell gate and up Yesterday’s ass needed dealing with first. One problem at a time. Or two, according to Yesterday.
She followed him down into the dark backstage area of the theatre. On their way, she snagged a broom and pan, then a pair of gloves. As she had discovered, hell grasshoppers bit.
She didn’t bother with the stupid app. Damn thing was as useful as tits on a tortoise.
“Hey.” She suddenly thought of a solution to one of her concerns.
Yesterday stopped and glanced at her. “Hey what?”
“You’re from hell, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “Obvi.”
Okay, he could drop the Gen Z ’tude right now. “If you came from hell, it means you can go back there.”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Yesterday backed away from her with his palms up. Then, in case she hadn’t gotten it the first time, he said, “No, no, no, no, no.”
“Why not?” She flung his crap right back at him.
Yesterday went an alarming shade of mustard. “You understand nothing.”
“And you’re deflecting.” Eddie folded her arms and returned his scowl. Her bite hurt enough for her not to give a shit about a grumpy imp. “You could go back and check on Shade.”
“Check on Asmodeus?” Yesterday’s voice rose to a shrill chirp. “You do not check on a hell prince.”
“Even if they’re in trouble?” And Shade had definitely been in trouble according to her dream.
Yesterday snorted, and his color returned to duckling yellow. “Hell princes don’t get into trouble. They are immortal, powerful beings who hold the fate of the universe in their hands.”
“But they can kill each other, right?” The other one gave off the same level of power aura as Shade, and he hadn’t looked happy.
“Eh.” Yesterday grimaced. “You humans have such a limited view of life and death.”
This limited human was getting pissed off. “So, explain it to me.”
“We have no time.” Ears twitching, Yesterday drifted back toward mustard yellow, and not the attractive shade of mustard either, but more the cat-sick yellow side of the spectrum. “You have a problem you need to deal with.”
She was smelling the earthy waft of bullshit from the little yellow fucker. “Why don’t you handle it?”
“Pah!” Yesterday flung his stubby little arms into the air. “Because you are the hell guardian.”
Welp, he had her there. On that point at least. “You still haven’t given me a reason why you can’t go and check on Shade.”
“As. Mo. De. Us.” Yesterday punctuated each syllable with his jabbing forefinger. “The hell princes demand respect.”
The hell prince who had been hanging around stark-bollock nekkid in her basement had demanded something, respect not being top of her list. “None of which explains why you won’t go back through the hell gate.”
“I do not have to tell you.” He folded his arms, or tried to. With arms that short, it was more wishful thinking than performance, and he ended up clasping his wrists with opposite hands.
Eddie was no stranger to hard ball, and she folded her arms. “And I don’t have to deal with whatever has your impy panties in a wad in the basement.”
Yesterday gaped at her, pshawed, and gaped some more. “Impy panties?”
Staying strong, she stared him down. These midnight wakings and problems were getting old—fast.
“Rwthizgngtkylme,” Yesterday got super interested in the laminate beneath his feet.
Eddie cupped her ear with her palm. “What was that?”
