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“What about Stryke?” Logan sank down onto the ottoman across from Rade. “Can you feel him?”
“Stryke cut us off a couple of years ago.”
Whoa. How did Logan not know that? As Seminus demons, Blade, Rade, and Stryke could sense each other. But their mother was a werewolf, and the triplets had inherited some of her traits, including telepathy among themselves on nights of the full moon.
“What do you mean, he cut you off?”
Rade finally looked up, his eyes weary and bloodshot. “He found a way. He was so desperate to be rid of us that he used his company to sever our connection. And not just the werewolf one. The Sem one. So, it affects Crux too. None of us can sense him. I think that even if he died, we wouldn’t feel it.”
Logan ground his molars. What an ass. “One of the things I told him last time I saw him was that he’s a selfish piece of shit. But he’s worse than that.”
“I don’t get it,” Rade said. “How can he be so self-centered? How can he not know that he’s killing our parents with his bullshit? I feel bad for Mom. And Crux. He’s just a kid. He needs all of us.”
A heavy silence expanded in the room, an uncomfortable companion to Rade’s misery. Logan sensed that the guy needed to be alone. He definitely wasn’t the type to want a hug or some shit.
“I’d better go,” Logan said. “Eva’s probably wondering where I am.”
Rade snorted. “Just be careful. I don’t trust her.”
“You don’t trust anyone.”
“True. But I was inside her head.” He set his bottle down on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch cushions. “She’s dedicated to her job. She’ll choose it over you.”
“It was sex, Rade. You of all people should get that. I didn’t ask her to marry me. It’s just sex.”
“Just sexcan get people hurt too,” Rade said quietly, and the pall of Chaos’s death fell over them once again.
If Stryke hadn’t gone off with that girl, leaving his little twin brothers alone—
Logan had to get out of there.
“See you tomorrow.” He paused at the doorway. “You going to the get-together?”
“Nah.” Rade stretched and relaxed with his hands clasped behind his head. “I volunteered to help the FBI interrogate a demon they think is spying for China or Russia or something.”
Figured. Rade usually found a way out of Horsemen and Sem family gatherings.
“Okay, have fun.”
“Will do. I always love a difficult case.”
Logan shook his head as he shut the door. That guy had issues.
But didn’t they all?
Chapter Twenty-Four
Eva was used to waking up in strange places. Her job required a lot of travel, so she’d gotten accustomed to dealing with jet lag, long hours, and living out of a suitcase.
But waking up in a strange house full of demons was a first. She’d slept hard and had only awakened because the aroma of coffee had overpowered her dreams.
Or, more accurately, her nightmares.
But she couldn’t even complain about them because there had been no demon scratching or banging on the surface, trying to get in. Her nightmares had been the garden-variety sort, normal, everyday bad dreams of things like The Aegis hiring Stefani and firing Eva.
Stretching and yawning, she rolled over and found a covered platter and a carafe of what had better be coffee on the nightstand. Inhaling deeply, she moved the lid aside and nearly groaned in delight at the fresh fruit, sweet pastries, and various cheeses and breads on the plate. A note floated to the floor, knocked off when she tried to set the lid aside.
She picked it up and smiled at the block letters and Logan’s crisp signature.
