Page 94 of Beauty At Stake
“Because if there are Angels, there must be a counterpart.” Sullivan leaned back in his seat. “I can validate that. The Human Council has been monitoring the religious groups that have been rising to power. A lot of them have concluded that Demons must exist to balance the Heavenly Host.”
“So, a war between humans and Witches will be viewed as a war between Heaven and Earth.” I looked at Star once more to add, “Or Hell and Earth.”
“You cannot tell them.” Star narrowed his eyes and shot that silencing stare around the room.
We all gaped at him.
“As the ruler of Hell, I have a right to make this demand. Warning the Witch Clans may or may not save them. But it will definitely put my people in danger.”
“Shit.” Trez looked at the other vexes. “He has a point.”
“This isn't our decision,” Vex Rue declared as he came back from the bathroom. “We have to tell the Coven.”
I frowned at him but not because of what he said. The guy pooped really fast. He'd been in the bathroom less than a minute. He definitely didn't wash his hands.
“Then I need to be a part of that conversation,” Star said.
“All right, everyone. Let's take a breath.” Sullivan held his hands up between the vexes and the Demons. “How about we handle one thing at a time? We check out the warehouse, capture Sarai Morgan, and finish this mission. Then we can talk about warnings and war.”
“Agreed,” Star said.
The vexes nodded.
“Great!” Karmen clapped his hands. “Give me one sec to put on my catsuit!” He ran off.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Karmen, although dressed for . . . something, had to stay in the van. He wasn't a trained extinguisher. He was a councilman. Yes, he'd gotten involved in fights before, but he wasn't supposed to. Not unless absolutely necessary. So, I tasked him with monitoring us with the equipment in the tech van. He was surprisingly fine with that.
“No problem. I'll have the best view from here.” He looked around the van from the slim counter with inset keyboards to the floor. “Where are the snacks?”
I rolled my eyes and walked away.
Karmen might not be joining us, but Daxon was. Having the King of Nightmares with me was oddly comforting. Even more so than the King of Hell. Star could rain fire upon our enemies, but so could Killian. It was literally his mór. Dax, however, could look into a person's mind, find what they feared most, and bring it to life. It was one of the most powerful mórs in Fairy. A brush with Daxon's magic could send men running in terror. I was looking forward to seeing what it would do to that sorceress.
But first, we had to check out her warehouse.
It was several miles outside Bangkok, with a production facility and storage warehouse both on the premises. A length ofchain fence made a pathetic barrier, but the barbed wire coiled around the top helped. If you were trying to keep out humans.
Our team went in through the gate. I simply put the single gate guard to sleep, and we drove past him. At that hour, no one was in the manufacturing facility or the warehouse, and there weren't any other security guards wandering around. Not so bright on the sorceress's side.
We split up to search both buildings at once. Dax and Kill went with me, the vexes, and the extinguishers into the warehouse while Star led his Demons and the hunters into the manufacturing facility.
“I'm going to do a quick explosives check,” Kill said as we entered the warehouse through a side door.
“All right.” I glanced at the metal shelves towering several feet over our heads, set into neat rows that took up most of the warehouse. “Everyone, stay near the door until Killian clears the building.”
“I can help with that,” Team Leader Sullivan said. “I have some light psychometry too.” He went in the opposite direction of Killian.
The rest of us chose an aisle and got to work opening boxes. Daxon went with me and pulled a large box off a shelf for me. It had the Beauty Forever logo on it. He tore it open to reveal smaller boxes wrapped in thin plastic film.
I picked one up and inspected it. “I think this is French.”
Daxon cocked his head to read it, “Night cream. For unmatched beauty.” He snorted. “They could have come up with something better than that.”
“This is inFrench.”
“Yes, I speak French.”
