He sat up slowly. “How is this possible?”
Something the red demon had said smacked into me. I repeated it with perfect recall, since my memory was freaking awesome now. “We do not need any more of your half-breeds.” I shook my head. “Does that mean what I think it means? Is Lucifer closing the gates to keep species like you from breeding naturally within the magic down there?”
Darius’s face came around, his eyes shining. “I’m not sure. Hindering the reproduction of magical species would certainly weaken their power. If we hadn’t discovered the unicorns, vampires would be slowly dying out. That would please the elves. I’m not sure how it would affect Lucifer. But Ja didn’t mention it. This could be another effect of the bond. And while it seems I can ejaculate, that doesn’t mean I can produce offspring. I must do more research. Track down and talk to older vampires.”
“Yes. Track down people and ask questions, because we are not doing research using reproductive Russian roulette, I’ll tell you that much. I can barely keep myself safe. No way am I bringing kids into the mix.”
Darius stared at me for a long moment, the emotion overflowing in his eyes. I threw up a hand and hopped off the bed. “Don’t tell me what you’ve always wanted and didn’t think you could have. I don’t want to know. What I do want is food. Lots and lots of food.”
I was back to ruining the moment.
Darius let the matter drop, thankfully. Because while it was a very big deal to him, it was a return to normality for me. I’d dated a few humans, after all. I knew how the birds and the bees worked. I just didn’t need them working on me, now or probably ever. Not with the life I lived. The possibility that he could reproduce, as strange as it was, didn’t change anything. Except cleanup.
The next few days we didn’t do much but eat, sleep, make love, and avoid calling the dual mages, because I was a huge coward. Callie was going to kill me. I did send them a note saying I was okay and I’d meet them soon for an in-person apology and thank-you, which I hoped to walk away from alive.
I shivered. No, I was not looking forward to that meetup.
It turned out we had been in the underworld for four days. Always moving, often fighting, and no sleep for four days. No wonder I was done in.
Finally, after five days of recuperation in Darius’s residence, where I was waited on hand and foot by a very surly Moss, I was ready to head home. I wanted to resume the life I’d risked my freedom for. I wanted my own space.
The town car stopped in front of my house and Moss’s eyes flashed into the rearview mirror. He didn’t move to get out.
“No, no. I got it. Don’t go to any trouble.” I pushed the door open. “I’m a lady of the modern era, after all. I can open doors myself.”
I shut the door behind me and watched the black town car pull away before turning toward my house. No Good Mikey was sitting on someone else’s porch step down the street from our places. No one ever complained when Mikey sat on their porch. They knew better.
“Hey,” I said, sauntering over and leaning against the banister. Paint flaked off and drifted to the ground.
“Hey,” he said, looking me over. “You’re clean. That’s new.”
I glanced down at my new hand-stitched leather pants and designer black tank top. Darius was predictable and ridiculous. “I took a shower.”
“I see. Still no eyebrows.”
“We can’t have everything.”
“And a larger, more noticeable fanny pack.”
“Are you into fashion all of a sudden? Since when do you notice what people are wearing?”
“Since you’ve been gone. All I’ve seen are normal people wearing normal clothes. The difference is staggering.”
I squeezed my lips together, half frowned, and did heavy eyes—all that to say I wasn’t impressed. He grunted and stood. Clearly he spoke Face.
“What’d I miss?” I asked, falling in step with him and heading toward our houses.
“Several break-ins, all to your house.”
“Well, at least you start with that. I usually get that news as an aside from Mince.”
“Do you want to hear this or not?”
“Sorry.” I made a show of zipping my lips.
He huffed. “First came the usual: those people bringing groceries or whatever they do. Next came that old couple you always have hanging around. I didn’t know it was them, though. I heard the news from Shotgun Joe.”
“Who?”
“The neighbor in back of you.”
I hadn’t known his name. I kind of wanted to go back to that time, since something told me he hadn’t earned it by doing crafts.
“I kicked my way in there to see what the hell was going on,” he said. “Startled the old man. Didn’t startle the old woman. She hit me with something fierce before I could even get my gun up. Didn’t see it coming. Like a chokehold or some shit. I woke up at the bottom of the porch to Smokey arguing with them, telling them I was your neighbor.” He rolled his shoulders. “At least I didn’t piss myself. Chokeholds can do that.”
“Wow.” I didn’t mention that chokeholds also required touching. Physical choking, if you will. I was pretty sure he didn’t want to admit he’d been hit with magic. I was good with that.
“They were legit, so I tried to let them be, but the old woman forced me inside and practically poured whiskey down my throat.”
“She’s a bully at the best of times. She does it to everyone, don’t worry.” I felt a familiar pang of guilt. I needed to meet up with them. I couldn’t stall anymore. That would only make them madder.
“I’m not the type of guy who gets bullied. I do the bullying,” Mikey said.
“Well, it seems you’ve met your match.”
He huffed out a laugh but didn’t comment. I was pretty sure he now had a soft spot for Callie.
“Right, fine.” I stopped in front of my porch, newly swept and with the chairs placed just so. Darius’s people left no chair untampered with. “After that?”
“A suave-looking mamajama. Real sleek and easy-like.” He slid his hand through the air, like he was passing a bill over a saloon countertop.
“What are these words and weird body movements you’re using?”
“He came with another dude. Short and shifty-eyed. That second guy didn’t seem like nothin’ except for the high-dollar suit, but he had a messenger bag draped over his chest. That seemed out of place. High-dollar bag, but still, I’ve seen witches sneak into the cemetery with that kinda thing.”
Magical drifted out of his thoughts, and I gritted my teeth. I’d been practicing shutting out people’s thoughts, because while demons—and Darius—had figured out a way to keep their thoughts to themselves, non-demons didn’t know there was a need. I didn’t want to hear what people keep private. Too much baggage.
“So Mr. Suave and his well-dressed sidekick busted into my house?” I asked.