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None of the Horsemen were. But Logan supposed thousands of years of life caused a lot of scar tissue that was difficult for anything, even strong emotion, to get through.
Eidolon gave a shallow nod as he unwrapped his stethoscope from around his neck. “Tayla informed me wewillmake it, come hell, high water, or Satan escaping his cage and starting the Apocalypse.”
Which wasn’t likely. Logan’s angel grandfather, Reaver, and his uncle Revenant, who was the current king of Hell, had locked Satan away for a thousand years, and there were still about nine-hundred and sixty-five left before they’d have to deal with the end of the world as they knew it.
“So,” Eidolon said, tossing the stethoscope onto the desk, “what brings you here? You finally going to quit DART and come work for me?”
Logan laughed. The doctor had been trying to lure Logan into the medical field since he was a toddler. But Logan had learned early on that he needed to be out in the world, putting his immortality to the test. Also, he had Cujo to think about. The hellhound needed to run, hunt, and be challenged, and if Logan was cooped up in a hospital, the beast would become destruction in the flesh.
“I’m here to pick up my mom’s meds.”
Eidolon reached into a drawer and pulled out a plastic bag. “I thought your dad was going to stop by for them.”
“He was, but he asked me to do it on the way home from work. He’s investigating a lead on Lilith, and he doesn’t want Mom leaving the house while he’s gone.”
“Given Regan’s difficult pregnancies, I don’t blame him. Your sister will be there while he’s gone, right?”
“Seriously?” Logan stared at Eidolon.
Eidolon’sdermoirewrithed on his arm as he pushed the bag at Logan. “Yeah, I know. She doesn’t leave the castle. I just keep hoping that someday she’ll surprise us all.”
Logan hoped so too. Amber was making progress, though. She was comfortable traveling alone to Uncle Ares’ and Aunt Limos’s islands, and last week she’d even gone with Logan to Uncle Reseph’s new island home in the Malay Archipelago. She’d had an anxiety attack within half an hour, but it was a start. Every time she went back, she’d be able to stay longer, until she could come and go freely by herself and eventually spend the night.
Eidolon’s wrist comms lit up with strobing red and white lights, and he looked down at the device with a curse. “We have a soul on the loose. Nightlash.” He looked across the desk at Logan. “Good thing you stopped by. You want to handle this?”
Logan always had at least onedecipulaon him, but Underworld General should have its own supply. Demons died here every day, so there would be a lot of souls roaming around if UG’s staff couldn’t catch them. “Don’t you have soul traps?”
“We do, but unless there’s someone on duty who can see souls when a patient dies, they’re useless. We usually call in trappers.”
“Where is the Nightlash’s body?” Logan asked. “Spirits usually hang out near their physical form until they gain their bearings.”
Eidolon gave Logan a follow-me gesture and led him toward the operating theater.
Cool. The day had been one nonstop battle, from his time in the gym with the Aegi, to the Boston Shedim scrap, and now he was ending it with some ghostbusting.
I’d rather end it with the Aegi.
One particular Aegi.
For some reason, he couldn’t get Eva out of his head. He’d hugely outmatched her, but she’d fought like a cornered hellrat. She had spirit, a flexible body, and a hard head, all of which she’d put to good use. Then there was the tattoo that peeked through the slice in her blouse. Maybe after he bought her a new shirt, he’d ask about it. He’d only caught a glimpse, but he’d seen enough to know the tat wasn’t the shield glyph sported by all Aegi to give them special protection and powers. No, the tat on Eva’s hard abs hadn’t been inked in any human or angelic script.
Her tattoo had been written in Sheoulic, the language of demons.
Curious.
He smiled. None of this would help him capture a Nightlash’s soul. But it did give him one more reason to look forward to work tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
“Hey, Logan, one of the exchange Guardians left a tablet behind today. If you’re not busy, do you mind dropping it off at her hotel?”
Logan cursed Kynan’s name as he strode through the boutique hotel’s lobby, his mission cut and dried: hand off the electronic notepad and get the hell out of there.
He’d gone back to DART HQ for two seconds to drop off the trap containing UG’s renegade Nightlash soul, and Ky had ambushed him. Again.
He really needed to learn to avoid the guy.
That said, when Kynan told him the tablet belonged to Eva, the mission didn’t seem so bad. His blood had even pumped a little faster and hotter at the idea of seeing her.
