Okay, that was it.
She’d tried to be nice. To put his welfare above her own. Now she just wanted to kick him in the nuts.
“Look here, you arrogant ass, I’ve . . .”
“There’s no use in arguing with a vampire, my dear,” a soft, melodic voice interrupted her tirade.
Whirling around in shock, Kata pressed a hand to her heart as she caught sight of the tiny demon she’d thought lost forever.
“Yannah, thank goodness,” she breathed, barely noticing that the demon’s white robe was perfectly pristine and her hair smoothed into a tidy braid. Unlike Kata who looked like she’d been to hell and back. Literally. “I feared . . .”
“I was dead?” Yannah helpfully supplied.
“Yes.”
“Silly girl.” Yannah waved a hand toward the far side of the cavern. “My house is just on the other side of the lava pit.”
Kata shook her head in confusion. Over the years she’d accepted Yannah’s habit of popping in and out of her cell without giving any actual thought to where she came from.
But even if she had, her first thought wouldn’t have been the underworld.
“You live here?”
Yannah sniffed, unexpectedly offended by Kata’s blatant disbelief.
“I’m not sure I like your tone. My neighborhood happens to be quite nice, and for your information I have a very lovely flat in Mayfair for when I’m on the other side.”
Kata parted her lips to apologize, only to be cut off as Uriel stepped directly between her and the female demon.