“Yannah,” she called, her tone frantic. “Yannah.”
“Dammit.” Shoving his sword back into its sheath, he moved to stand at her side, barely resisting the need to snatch her into his arms. “Are you trying to attract the attention of every nasty beast in the underworld?”
“Is that where we are?” She shot him a glare, as if this was entirely his fault.
“How would I know?” Uriel cast a disgusted gaze around their noxious surroundings. “Despite popular opinion I didn’t crawl out of the pits of hell.”
She wrapped her arms around her waist, her chin stuck to a defensive angle.
“Hard to believe.”
“Since you’re entirely to blame for our presence here, I wouldn’t be tossing around insults, luv.”
“I didn’t ask you to come barging into my private cell.”
“No,” he swiftly countered, “your daughter did.”
Without warning her features softened. “Laylah,” she breathed.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” she lowered her head, hiding her beautiful face behind the thick curtain of her dark hair. “I only wanted to warn her. I didn’t intend for her to endanger herself or anyone else to find me.”
He lifted his hand to brush back the glossy curls, only to yank it back.
“It no longer matters,” he gritted. “We need to find a way out.”
“Out?”