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“What do we do with it?” Jackson frowns over my shoulder.
“We set a trap. We can trap Mephistopheles until we can find the person who made the deal and get them to pay up. That’s the only way to get rid of him. Look.” I flip to another page Orion has bookmarked. “This tells us how to use a demon’s name to set a trap. Orion did everything for us. And we still have nearly fourweeks until the clock runs down again. I think we can actually do this before anyone else gets hurt.”
Brooks frowns. “What do you mean, you think?”
I turn the phone around so he can see. “You know what any of these symbols mean? Because to me, this is a black metal album cover.”
Brooks just looks at me like I’ve grown two heads.
“Black metal, you know—Satanic gibberish.”
Brooks doesn’t need to know that I spent three months fucking a metal drummer. It wasn’t exactly the highlight of my life.
I toss the phone to Jackson. “You know how to interpret all that? If we get this ritual wrong, we’re demon food.”
“No clue.” Jackson pinches between his eyes. “What are we going to—”
“You Bellua boys never come prepared.” I dig out my phone and start texting. “I’ve got it covered.”
29
TWENTY-NINE: LILY
“Ihope you’re happy, bitch. I had to cancel my date tonight to drive here in time,” Becka complains as she steps out of the car. “He was adoctor, with a reallytightass. I’ve never had an ass that nice before.”
“I’m very happy that you’re here instead of with Dr. Nice Ass.” I can’t help myself. I wrap my arms around my best friend.
I’ve only been at the Bridgemont a few days, but it feels like a lifetime since I’ve seen her.
Becka holds me, the feathery ends of her shoulder-length haircut tickling my cheek. I breathe in her familiar Becka scent, and I feel steady. Becka is here now. Everything is going to be okay.
“So where are Dick Face, Jizz Cock, and Wank Stain?” Becka asks.
I crack up at her nicknames for them and pull back from our hug just as Becka’s eyes rake over Brooks and Jackson, who are standing awkwardly behind one of the pillars holding up the hotel’s grand entrance.
“That’s Jackson Bellua?” She gasps. “He was hot in high school, but now…raaawr. And I presume the tall, brooding one is Brooks?”
“Yeah, the old sourpuss himself.”
“The grumpy ones are always the best in the sack.” She elbows me in the ribs. “Right?”
“Er, so, about that…”
“Eeee! You did!” Becka squeals and hugs me again. “You fucked his brains out. I knew you would. And what about the two younger Belluas?”
“Well, Jackson and I—”
“I knew it! I hope that you’ve kept extensive notes on all three performances, because as your best friend, I am here to help you decide which one to choose. Or maybe you could just have them all, and the demon, too. Imagine all that feisty brotherly competition over your body. Forget running a train; that’s all about the orgasm caboose—”
“Becka!” My cheeks flush with heat. “I don’t even know what you’re saying. You’re here to help us trap a demon. And I’m not sleeping with any Bellua brothers until this mess is sorted out, so drop it.”
“Okay, okay, fine.” Becka reaches into the backseat and grabs her suitcase. It’s shiny black and decorated all over with little silver stars.
Freddie comes rushing over, his face beet red with exertion. Robert must’ve been running him ragged today.
“Hi, Freddie, can you take this up to the honeymoon suite?” I indicate the bag. “And later, bring me up a cot for Becka, if you have one available now. Add the extra fee to our room.”
“Certainly, Mrs. Dean. We’ll have your friend’s bags and a cot sent up as soon as we can.” Freddie looks a little panicked as he glances toward the front desk, where Robert is glowering at him over the heads of a large bus tour group trying to check in.
