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off Trin’s back—but this? This is more than we hoped to achieve. If we’re able to leave here with a solid lead on what demon is after Trin, that would put us in a better position to be able to defend her from future attacks.

“Yes!” Trin exclaims, twisting around to look up at Flynn. “Please draw it. Thank you.”

“What do you want in exchange?” I put in, stepping forward.

I fully expect him to demand twice the original sum, or maybe even three times as much now that he can see how badly we want it. But the demon just shakes his head, muttering something to himself. Then he speaks louder to address me.

“No extra charge. You’ll still have to track down the mark and the demon it belongs to in order to make this information useful, so I’m not giving you much. And besides,” he adds, stepping over to a small desk set against one wall, “maybe this will teach demons they can’t just go around destroying beautiful things. Maybe there should be consequences for cruelty and violence.”

My eyebrows flicker upward, but I restrain the open surprise from showing on my face. I’ve heard few corrupted talk like this, and I’m surprised to hear him speaking so forcefully against his own kind.

If that’s truly how he feels, no wonder he decided to take our deal and try to get out of here.

Flynn pulls a thick scrap of paper and a pencil from the desk drawer and returns to Trinity. She’s got her back to him, but I suddenly regret buying her such delicate, lacy underthings when I had clothing delivered to the penthouse for her. It leaves far too little to the imagination.

The demon doesn’t even try to sneak a look though, instead getting to work sketching out the mark that none of us can see. Trinity shifts a little, looking over her shoulder at me with a hopeful expression.

Something in my chest aches at the sight.

I want her to always look hopeful.

Happy.

Alive.

I don’t know when it happened, but the idea of Trinity in any kind of distress causes me an almost physical pain.

Because I don’t know what to do with the feelings churning inside me, I shift my attention to Flynn and growl, “Hurry up.”

His pencil flies across the page a little faster, and a few moments later, he hands the scrap of paper to Trinity. “There. Search for that mark on the side of a building, on a sign, sewn into clothing. High demons are territorial. Whoever it is, they’ll have put it somewhere visible. Probably more than one place. Find it, and you’ll find the person you seek.”

“Thank you.” She smiles at him, peering at the paper before tucking it into her pocket.

“Now then.” The demon tucks the pencil behind his ear and rubs his hands together. “Let’s see about removing that mark, shall we?”

“Yes, please.” Her smile widens.

He places his hands on her back, this time I do see something as his fingertips move over her flesh, the tips of his claws dragging over her mocha skin. Little pieces of the mark seem to flare into visibility before vanishing, and I get the sense that when they disappear, they’re gone for good.

My brothers and I stand in a cluster around them, watching Flynn work with wary gazes. He’s helped us more than he needs to, and he wants the money we’re offering, but that doesn’t mean we trust him.

Suddenly, Knight stiffens beside me. He cocks his head, his gaze flicking toward the door. Then he signs something quickly, his fingers flying in deft movements.

Demons coming. They’re close.

Chapter Eleven

Trinity

“Fuck,” Beckett mutters.

There’s something in his voice that makes my stomach clench in alarm, and I look over my shoulder to see him turn toward me and Flynn.

“How close are you?” he demands, his eyes gleaming.

Flynn shakes his head, still focused on my back. “Just… need a few more… minutes.”

“Well, you may not have a few more minutes, so hurry up.”

“What is it?” I do my best to stay still, even though I want to leap up and join the men. Beckett’s voice is as controlled as always, but I know him well enough by now to hear that concern that lurks beneath the surface.

“Demons.” He catches my gaze. “I don’t know how many, but they’re coming. They must’ve sensed your mark.”

“Ah, shit.” Nix makes a face, like he was really hoping we’d manage to escape Hell without having to fight for our lives. Honestly, I was too.

“Keep working,”