Page 11 of Beauty At Stake
“Killian!” I snapped. “If you want to let out some steam about Star, you do it with me. Not with them. Now, do you need to yell at me before or after you find out who the traitor is?”
Kill leaned his head side-to-side, cracking his neck. Finally, he looked at me. “Keep an eye on them, Twilight. Make sure none of them leave.”
Right. So we were playing the ignore the bad shit game. Fine. “Okay. Do your thing, baby.”
Killian grabbed the arm of one of the empty chairs. With his psychometry, he could read objects. He'd be able to see what happened recently with that chair. And how that last inhabitant had left it.
The rest of us waited silently. No one suggested Killian might give a false testimony. He was an ambassador, and he'd also been within sight of everyone in the room since we'd entered the house.
After a few seconds, Killian opened his eyes and cursed, “Fucking Star!”
I jerked back. “What? Star was with us.”
“No, it wasn't him.” Killian shook his head and barreled out of the room.
“Well, which is it?” Rue followed him. “Star or no Star?”
“No Star.”
I followed the herd back into the living room to find my husband standing in the center of the room, looking even angrier than before.
I took one look at Killian and knew what he was babbling about. “It was a Demon.”
Killian grimaced.
“Is that it?” Extinguisher Joss Teagan asked Kill. “Was it a Demon?”
“Yeah. Some dude dressed in black, including a fucking ski mask, laleked into the room, grabbed the humans, and laleked away.”
“How do you know it wasn't an Angel?” Trez asked.
“Or a woman?” Leo, the Biter, added.
“Because he left in a rain of embers, which means he laleked. As I said.” Kill pointed at Trez. Then he swung his finger to Leo to say, “And his clothes were snug enough for me to tell what sex he was.”
“It looks as if we'll have to call your buddy back.” Rue smirked.
As I said earlier, Rue was a big guy. Bigger than Killian, who is well over six feet tall and broad like a linebacker. And yet, when Kill spun and punched Rue in the face, the guy went down instantly. In-stant-ly. The house shook with his landing. The bigger they are and all that.
Killian shook out his shoulders and nodded. “All right.Now, I can deal with Star.”
Chapter Seven
Star wouldn't answer Killian's scry. The King of Hell didn't have a scry phone—a slice of enchanted crystal ball set in a leather case to resemble a cell phone—but he did have a letaq—a Demon wristband used for communication. It didn't have a screen, so I thought scry phones were superior. But I might be biased since Raza, my husband and King of Unseelie, invented them. Anyway, Star was obviously pouting.
“We're going to have to—” I started to say.
Killian cut me off with a, “No. Don't say it, Seren.”
“So, you want to track Demons without the help of their king and his Sayadi?”
“Yeah, why not? We tried to notify him. We've done our due diligence. And they're not his Sayadi anymore. They've upgraded from hunters to king's guards. They're probably rusty.”
“Killian.” I took his hand and pulled him away from the group. “I'm sorry about Anu.”
“Babe, it's not Anu who's bothering me.”
I lifted my brows.
