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“Will I see you looking?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “Never.”
“Morally and ideologically gray area, but if you don’t comment and I don’t catch you, I won’t know about it.”
“Any more ground rules?”
“Yes.” This was her theatre after all. “No fighting other supernatural beings and breaking my theatre.”
His expression turned regretful. “I can’t promise that.”
“Why not?” Even if they had fixed her greenroom, she hadn’t forgotten what he and Uriel had done.
“I cannot be responsible for the others.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that was bullshit, but it kind of wasn’t. “I want you to promise to control your…urges.”
“Sure.” He grinned and patted the bed. “Now can I tell you my story?”
“Oh-kay.” Eddie folded her arms. No way she was sitting on the bed. “Tell me your story.”
“There is only one creature that you could be, and that creature should not exist.” He looked regretful. “In fact, that creature is such an abomination that the once or twice one has popped up, they were exterminated.”
Eddie’s veins iced over. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed for story time. “You’re saying I’m some kind of abomination that should be dead?” It’s a good thing he had the lust thing, because he had bugger all charm to offer. His game needed serious work.
He nodded. “Eddie, Uriel and I are very much afraid that you are Nephilim.”
Chapter
Sixteen
Eddie grabbed another crate off the prop shelves and slammed it on the floor. Bottles clanked, and glass broke. “Shit!”
She’d undertaken a clear up of the prop shelves this morning. After Shade’s announcement last night, she’d stormed off, and when she’d come back, he’d been out of her room. She didn’t know where he’d slept last night, but it hadn’t been in her bed, and she’d taken the win.
Nephilim. She snorted. She didn’t even know what that was.
Inside the crate, fortunately only two of the bottles had broken. After picking out the broken glass, she tossed it in the recycling bin. The problem with community theatre is that nobody ever threw anything away. How many different bottles did one theatre need? She upended the entire crate into the recycling bin and took some enjoyment in the crash and shatter of glass.
“Whoa now!” Yesterday swaggered into the props room like he was toting a pair of six guns. “Where’s the war?”
Great! He had jokes. “In hell, apparently,” she snarled.
Both hounds raised their heads when Yesterday entered, their red eyes locking on him like he was lunch. She’d discovered this morning that hell hounds, like everyone else, loved pizza. When she’d woken this morning, there’d been no sign of Shade, and she had been peering around corners all morning. She did not want to run into him. His hounds, on the other hand, she was enjoying having around.
Yesterday hauled himself atop a stack of luggage and perched there. “What are you doing?”
Making a mess more than anything else. “Do you know what a Nephilim is?”
She could Google it, but why would she when she had hot and cold running hell creatures around the theatre.
“There’s no such thing.” Yesterday waved his stubby arms. “Any more pizza?”
“What do you mean there’s no such thing? Shade says—” Given what Shade had said about exterminating Nephilim, she’d rather not take her chances on telling a demon anything. Even if she was pretty sure she could take Yesterday. “What do you know about them?”
“Nothing.” Yesterday threw his arms in the air. “Because they don’t exist. There is nothing to know about them. You know what does exist?” He looked crafty. “Pizza. Pizza exists, and I would like some.”
“The hounds finished it.” She didn’t trust Yesterday. Then again, she didn’t trust Shade either.
