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“Thank God, I was—”
“He’s a feisty one. Do you have any idea how many demon traps it took to keep him from running off?”
Kevin’s instant relief was incredibly short-lived. His blood turned to ice in his veins, and he was quiet for a long moment as he tried to decide if Joe was screwing with him or if it meant what he dreaded it did and that Joe had indeed kidnapped Percy. He clenched his jaw, replying as calmly as he could manage, “Joe, what the hell are you talking about, buddy?”
“Don’t be coy.” Joe laughed. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“Come on. You’re sayin’ crazy stuff—”
“Your boyfriend. The demon. The one I’m about to kill.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Yeah, I reckon he’s the one who killed Sebastian. Maybe you two did it together, I dunno.” Joe sighed. “But I am gonna make sure Percy here doesn’t cause any more trouble. Once he’s settled down anyway, I’ll be able to cut off his head.”
Kevin’s head swam as several pieces clicked together—Sebastian didn’t need to guess to figure out he and Percy were in Vegas. Joe probably told him himself. Anger and anguish took over as he tried to come to terms with one of his most trusted friends betraying him.
His rage won out, and he barked, “No, you son of a bitch! I killed Sebastian all on my own. You just hold tight. I’m gonna show you just how I did it.”
“Kevin, you—”
Kevin hurled his phone into the wall, not sticking around to see it shatter into a thousand pieces. He called Cher to him, whistling sharply. “Come on, Cher. We gotta save the princess.”
The drive to Ripley’s had never felt so agonizingly long before, and Kevin was grateful that the local cops were apparently preoccupied with more important things than his speeding. When he parked outside the bar, it looked like it did any other day, yet every nerve in Kevin’s body was coiled and ready to spring. He had to stop Joe before it was too late. If it was…
No, he wasn’t going to think about that.
Kevin let Cher out of the truck, pausing to retrieve the sword from the floorboards. He got out, falling into step beside Cher as they walked to the front door of the bar. The open sign was off, and the door was locked.
He scoffed and pulled out his keys to open it. He went inside with Cher right on his heels, slamming the door shut behind them. Cher growled low, and Kevin’s heart twisted when he saw Percy.
Percy was up on stage, bloody and bound, trapped inside a complicated maze of symbols painted across the floor, walls, and ceiling. He was laying on his side in his demonic form, one of his horns was broken, and he wasn’t moving.
Cher snarled and took off, racing toward him.
Percy stirred then, squinting through a swollen eye. “Kevin? No… peaches… don’t!”
“Wait! Cher!” Kevin tried to stop her, but Cher wouldn’t listen.
Cher bolted ahead, but she came to a screeching halt. She barked and turned in circles, and Kevin saw more symbols painted on the floor.
“Trap.” Percy coughed weakly. “It’s a trap… Just… run!”
“I’m not fucking leaving you!” Kevin hurried toward the bar where he knew Joe kept a shotgun. His face slammed into an invisible wall before he could reach it, and he tried again to walk forward. He looked up, seeing a different style of symbol painted on the ceiling. “No!”
An angel ward.
Had to be.
Kevin’s wings erupted from his back as he swung the sword at the barrier, but it simply bounced off.
“Dumbass,” Percy groaned miserably.
“Bite me!” Kevin grumbled.
Joe came out from behind the bar where he’d apparently been hiding, and he slowly approached Kevin. “Sebastian said you guys had grabbed a hellhound in Vegas. I’m guessing they’re tied up in a trap right now or I would have been ripped to pieces.” He whistled when he saw Kevin’s wings, remarking, “Wow! So, it’s true. You really are an angel. Imagine that.”
“Yeah, imagine that,” Kevin spat. “How fucking long have you known?”
