Page 14 of Witch's Exile
"Um, well. It is something I should probably talk to you about." I swallowed. "All of you." I figured if I couldn't avoid it, might as well get it out in the open with my men. Maybe they knew something about Seth's connection to Hell, too.
Ash looked intrigued but he quickly raised his eyes and held up a finger as if to say,wait a minute.
"Sal's heading back," he said, sitting up to look for his clothes. "He's pissed and hauling ass. Seems urgent."
My pulse quickened again as I remembered Seth's warning about the hunters. I didn't want to believe him, it felt smarter not to trust him. But a tiny part of me wondered what if he wasn't lying?
Before I had a chance to speak, my red headed demon burst into the bedroom like a bat out of Hell.
"Fucking shit, Sal!" Ash growled as he fumbled for his shorts. "How many times do I have to demand a warning before you barge in?"
"Couldn't wait, this is important."
Sal's predatory green eyes lasered in on me. The anger radiated off of him like a sweeping forest fire.
"I smelled hunters. They're less than two days away from here," he said. "We've got to move. Now."
