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And Cujo, because Logan couldn’t keep the mutt away.
Eva’s arresting smile when she saw his room made Logan’s heart stutter. She looked around, her lips parted and eyes wide.
“This is incredible. It’s like one of those oldHarry Pottermovies.” She walked through the bedroom to the right chamber, an old chapel that had been converted into Logan’s playroom first and then a library and game room as he got older.
She circled around and peeked into the left chamber, a huge, round room with a hellhound-sized bed and a feeding trough. She peeked into the bathroom too, and then focused on the wall decorations, which ranged from his high school hockey sticks to a yellowing, sexy poster of Stella Andrews, the first openly werewolf supermodel.
His parents could have at least takenthatdown.
The sound of footsteps announced his parents in the hall.
“Come on in,” he called out. They filed inside, his father’s hand protectively and lovingly around his mother’s waist.
No, she definitely wasn’t a hostage, and Logan’s harsh words the other day brought fresh shame to the surface. Whatever had happened between them so long ago was exactly that. Betweenthem. He knew they’d have a convo eventually, and it would be hard, but their family was strong enough to weather anything.
Eva pointed to a little bow and arrow hanging above his bed. “Was that yours?”
“It was his first bow and arrow set,” Regan replied, moving to take it off the wall. She held the tiny weapon, smiling down at the miniature arrow. “Thanatos made it himself. Logan used to hunt apples and pretend he was fighting off waves of demons. He actually did use it against a Tempestus demon once.”
He frowned, remembering her saying something about the storm on Limos’s beach being a demon. “What are you talking about?”
“You were very little,” Thanatos said. “Someone unleashed a Temptestus demon nearby, and it nearly took you and your mother.”
“If not for Cujo and your father…” His mother shuddered.
He drew in a sharp breath. “It was Lilith.”
“We don’t know that—”
“Draven told me,” Logan blurted. “Before he died, he said she tried to kill me. He brought up Pestilence. And a storm.”
His parents exchanged a glance, and his father nodded. “It makes sense. Only someone extremely powerful could have forced that demon out of Sheoul. If she’s stronger now than she was even before she died, she could be behind its attack.”
Logan didn’t remember any of that, and it sounded like he should be thankful. As he looked at his parents, Eva, the picture of Amber with his grandparents, and even at Cujo, who had managed to slink into the room and plop down on his bed, he was definitely thankful.
He’d had a great life, and Eva would make it even better.
But first, he needed his father’s help.
He explained the situation, his heart hammering. What if his father said no?
“I know I have no right to ask,” Logan finished, “not after what I put you and Mom through. But—”
“It’s okay,” Thanatos said. “I’ve housed countless nightmare demons in my armor. If it will help Eva, I’ll do it.” He inclined his head at Eva. “You saved my son, and I will forever be in your debt.”
Eva shook her head. “It was Harvester’s Grace that saved the baby. Not me.”
“I wasn’t talking about that son.” He gestured to Logan. “You didn’t know you were hosting Harvester’s Grace when you risked yourself to operate Stryke’s contraption. Logan told me you distracted Draven, forfeiting your life to buy him time. You,” he said, “are welcome in this family.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. Logan wasn’t shocked when his mom gave her a hug. His mother had always been, well…a mom.
A great one.
Thanatos’s arm came down around Logan’s shoulders, tugging him into a brief embrace. “Now, where’s this demon soul?”
Grateful for his father’s generosity, Logan dug thedecipulaKynan had brought to the party out of his pocket and handed it to his dad.
“Ready?” Logan asked Eva, and the smile she gave him, so full of trust, made him want to get her home. Soon.
