“Misha!”

Zayne caught me, his warm hand heavy on my shoulders. “Trinity—”

“No! Get Misha!” I struggled against Zayne’s hold, straining to break free. “Let me go! We have to—”

“It’s too late.”

“No!” I screamed, kicking back and hitting his legs. “Let me go!”

“I can’t.” His arms folded around me, drawing me against his chest. “I can’t let them have you. I can’t. They’re already gone.”

I stopped fighting, staring at the sky, unable to see the stars as horror dawned. Zayne was right. Misha was gone, into the night, into the darkness.

18

I sat on the couch, knees pressed together and my hands clasped in my lap. I was still wearing the borrowed dress.

It was ruined.

The front of the dress was torn over my knees. Soot and demon blood dotted the bodice and waist. I needed to change and shower, because I felt like there was a layer of grime and gore covering me, but I couldn’t leave until the group that had left to search for Misha came back.

A huge group had gone, including Dez and Zayne. Even Matthew had joined them, and now Nicolai and Thierry were in a corner of the room, speaking in low voices. Jada had arrived with Ty once the all clear had been sounded. She sat beside me, her nervous glances bouncing between Ty and me. She’d given up on trying to talk to me about half an hour ago. I was strung too tight to form words.

“What happened? I don’t understand what happened,” Peanut repeated over and over as he drifted near the couch. I’d already explained to him what I knew, but he still didn’t understand, because none of it seemed real.

The Upper Level demon had taken Misha. Anger was a storm in my gut, a fury directed at Thierry and Matthew and everyone in the world, but mostly at myself, because I could’ve done something to stop this. If I had used my grace instead of fighting it, I would’ve been able to stop this demon before he took Misha.

But instead, like all the damn times before, I had done what had been expected of me. I’d hidden my true power. Just like I had when my mom was murdered.

It was more than my inaction. This demon, he’d come for me.

My fingers curled around my knees as I closed my eyes. If something happened to Misha... God, I would never be able to forgive myself. I would never—

Voices from the front of the house snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes opened and I was on my feet, coming to stand beside Nicolai.

Zayne and Dez entered first, in their human form, and behind them was Matthew. The moment my gaze met Matthew’s, I knew—they hadn’t found Misha.

Dez reached me first, his gaze somber. Sympathy etched into his handsome features as he placed his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“He’s not dead,” I said, breathing deeply as I stepped out of his grasp. “I know he’s not dead.”

Dez glanced at Zayne and then to where Thierry and Nicolai stood. They didn’t understand that I would know if Misha was dead. The bond would tell me if he died, and I hadn’t felt that.

I turned to Thierry. “Misha is still alive.”

He nodded and then focused on the group. “Did you find anything?”

“We did,” Zayne answered. “About two miles from here there was a large passenger van on the side of the road. The driver was still there, but he was dead.”

“Human?” Nicolai asked.

Zayne nodded. “Dead. Throat slit. We took care of it.”

Taking care of it meant they most likely got rid of the van and the body.

“There was nothing else,” Matthew said wearily, sitting beside Jada as I stood in the center of the room. “Nothing that told us if they belonged to the church, but it would be safe to assume that they did.”

That didn’t make sense to me. “Demons are manipulative, but there were Nightcrawlers with them. How in the world would the demons have been able to hide them?”

“They may never have seen them,” Zayne answered. “They could’ve traveled here separately, but I recognized the demon who took Misha.” His stare flickered from me to his clan leader. “I’ve seen him before in DC. Engaged him a couple of times. He’s a fast one, strong, and can control fire, which he usually uses for the perfect distraction to make his escape. His name is Bael.”

Bael?

My knees felt weak. Bael wasn’t just another ancient, powerful demon.

“Bael?” Jada asked, looking around. “Everyone just got superquiet. I get that he’s an Upper Level demon, but I sense there’s more?”

Wardens that weren’t being trained were given only a cursory education in demonology. They didn’t get all the gory details.

“Bael is a King of Hell,” Nicolai explained. “Back in the old days, he used to roam topside as a false god. One of our Wardens first saw him around January, but Bael didn’t want to engage. We thought he was in the city messing with one of the politicians. Bael is known for his ability to sway minds. Every time we saw him, he kept his distance, giving us a Hell of a chase through the city. Like Zayne said, he uses fire to help make his escape. Burned down a ton of buildings in the process, but we haven’t seen him... Hell, in three months?”

“The last time I saw him was at the end of March,” Zayne answered. “He was the last Upper Level demon I saw in the city.”

“Do you think he followed your clan here?” Ty asked, standing behind Jada. He placed his hands on her shoulders.

Nicolai didn’t answer for a long moment. “Anything is possible, but if he did, why would they wait until now to attack? We’ve been here nearly a week.”

Part of me couldn’t believe it had only been a week. It felt like so much longer.

“The Wardens at the wall were killed in a way that suggests they didn’t see it coming,” Dez explained, crossing his arms. “All of them were shot in their human form, direct hits to the chest or the head.”

“What happened tonight has to be connected to Clay,” I said, shaking my head. “And the Ravers? We know that you never see them without an Upper Level demon near. They were right outside these walls, and that poor human guy Wayne was killed by an Upper Level demon. And the attacks on the other communities? They were searching—”

“We are looking into every possible connection,” Thierry cut in before I could say what they could’ve been searching for.

“I know Clay was an utter dickhead, but working with demons? How would he have been in contact with them?” Ty thrust a hand over his short hair. “I don’t know about that, Trin.”

But some Wardens did work with demons.

My gaze slid to Zayne and I felt my stomach pitch. Zayne had worked with demons and had even suggested that he didn’t believe all demons were evil. An uncomfortable heaviness settled over me, and I stared at him while the rest of the group talked about upping the security at the wall and sending out scouting groups more regularly in case there were plans for a second attack.

None of this had started until he arrived. Clay hadn’t tried to attack me until they’d been here for a few days, but why would Zayne or any of them be behind this? It wasn’t like they knew what I was.

At least, that was what I thought.

My heart started pounding in my chest. The DC clan knew I could see ghosts and spirits, and Zayne realized I was stronger than I looked, faster than he’d expected. I hadn’t exactly tried to hide that from him, and the whole time he’d been here, he seemed to be everywhere I was.

Zayne slowly looked over at me, his striking face unreadable as our gazes connected. A chill skated down my arms, leaving tiny bumps behind.

If I was any bit right, I still didn’t know why Zayne or his clan would be behind this, which was why I didn’t say anything. I might be impulsive, but I was smart enough to not suggest such a thing without hard-core evidence.

But was there already evidence?

Zayne was missing a part of his soul, and that could be reason enough to do evil things.

* * *

Jada had fallen asleep on the couch and the DC clan had retreated with Thierry and Matthew into the office. Ty had carried Jada upstairs to one of the extra bedrooms and I’d followed, going into my room. I finally stripped off the ruined dress, leaving it on the floor of the bathroom, a crumpled mess of gauze and cotton.

I never wanted to see it again.

I swooped down and picked up the ruined dress. Balling it up, I shoved it into the trash can and then backed up, looking down at myself.

My knees looked angry and spotted, like a strawberry. Twisting at the waist, I saw that my elbows did, too. That wasn’t bad. Not at all, because it could’ve been so significantly much worse.

What was happening to Misha right now?

Horrible, horrific things.

I couldn’t process what happened. This wasn’t a nightmare. This was real. Misha had been taken, and if the demon didn’t happen to know who or what Misha was to me, he would be killed.

And if Bael knew, and that was why he’d grabbed Misha?

Then there was a chance that he’d keep Misha alive. I had to think that he took Misha to use him as collateral. At least that was what I hoped, because that meant there was a chance I could get Misha back.

Steam filled the space and I stepped into the shower, hissing as the hot water pelted the raw spots on my skin. The water felt like it was only a few degrees short of scalding, but it did nothing to ease the coldness that had settled deep in my bones and marrow.

I showered in a hurry, watching the sooty water circle the drain. By the time I stepped out of the tub on shaky legs, I was exhausted. I didn’t stop to look at myself again as I dried off and changed into the clothing I’d brought into the bathroom with me. The leggings were a little hard to get on with my skin still damp, adding to my angry frustration. The shirt was easier, thank God, and when I stormed out of the bathroom, I’d already broken a sweat. All I wanted to do was lie down, but there was no time for that.

Peanut was hovering by my bed as I stalked toward the bedroom door. “What are you doing, Trinnie?”