Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,84

by the answer. “I don’t suppose you know any angels, do you?”

The incantor shook her head. “No, sorry. I’ve never come across one. They provide their services to many preternatural creatures—for a price, of course—but they’re less likely to work with demons. Hey, Lucifer was once an angel. Maybe he could help.”

“He gradually lost his power to heal after eons of living in hell,” Khloé told her. “He’s been whining about it ever since, according to my grandmother.”

“He probably wouldn’t have helped you anyway,” said Keenan, resting his chin on her shoulder. “He doesn’t involve himself in Earth matters—they apparently bore him.”

“I think most things bore him, with the exception of Asher,” said Khloé. The Devil seemed to have a genuine fondness for her little cousin. But then, Asher could win anyone over. His dimply smiles could melt even the hardest heart.

“Lou’s currently trying to convince Harper and Knox to allow him to ‘mentor’ Asher,” groused Levi. “Lou feels that, as the boy’s honorary uncle, he’d be the best choice.”

Khloé shook her head, and her demon rolled its eyes. “Unreal.”

“A whole lot of power lives in that child—I sensed it when I first saw him—so it’s unsurprising that the Devil would want to be around him,” said Ella. “Lucifer would no doubt try to use him for his own purposes.”

“Neither Knox nor Harper would allow that to happen,” Levi stated.

Damn right they wouldn’t. Lou was darkly powerful, yes, but he wasn’t the most powerful entity in existence or even the cruelest. There were far worse things in hell than Lucifer—he’d just made a home for himself there and brought some order to it.

Just then, Keenan’s phone began to chime. He dug it out of his pocket and stood. “I’ll be right back.” He headed to the kitchen to take the call.

Looking at Levi, Ella tilted her head. “On another note, how’s the kid you asked me to spell?”

“Fine, from what we’ve seen,” replied the sentinel. “He and his mother are being watched at all times.”

Khloé pursed her lips, wondering if they were referring to Thea and Lane. She didn’t ask, unsure if Keenan would have to deal with some blowback for telling her lair business.

A tickle built in the back of her throat. She coughed and sat up straighter, patting her chest hard.

Ella shot her a look full of regret. “I’m sorry that there’s nothing I can do about the infection.”

So did Khloé. Like yesterday, she felt tired and drained. Her throat was still dry and sore, and her chest still ached like a mother.

“I hate that I can’t help in some way,” added Ella.

“Thankfully, we won’t need your help,” said Keenan, crossing to the sofa. He looked down at Khloé, his eyes gleaming. “We have ourselves an angel.”

*

Anticipation riding every muscle in his body, Keenan strode inside Knox’s office with Khloé just a step behind him. He inclined his head at Larkin, who was lounging on the sofa, but most of Keenan’s attention was on the tall, ethereal male in the center of the room who was glaring at the Prime.

Keenan’s entity watched the angel very closely, like a predator focused on potential prey—it would pounce for sure if the angel refused to help them, but Keenan didn’t believe it would come to that. The angel would bluster and frown at the prospect of working with demons, but he’d be attracted by the promise of payment—mostly because having money allowed them to give more help and support to charities. Although they were stationed on Earth, they could earn a permanent place up above if they did enough good deeds, but that could take eons.

Personally, Keenan doubted that they always donated their wages and lived a total frugal lifestyle. Angels were no more perfect than anyone else.

“I don’t appreciate being kept somewhere against my will,” said the angel, his body rigid.

Knox shrugged. “You’re free to walk out at any time.”

“I did,” the male bit out. He pointed at Larkin. “She keeps bringing me back.”

“Because it’s necessary that we speak with you,” said Keenan, planting his feet.

The angel spun and gave him a quick head-to-toe inspection. He sniffed, all ego and superiority. “And just who are you?”

Well, wasn’t he an arrogant fucker. Keenan didn’t give a shit—the guy could be as much of an asshole as he wanted so long as he healed Khloé. That was all Keenan and his demon cared about. “I’m the person who had you brought here.”

The moment Keenan’s source contacted him with the angel’s details and