Page 69 of Bound
“But is he a Fae? One of the envoy?” Ruin asks, breaking me from my focus on the angel.
“What?” I shake my head to clear it. “Caine. Set him back down, man.”
The demon does so without arguing for once. I consider remarking on it but change my mind.
I peer at the dead male’s face, but cannot remember seeing him at the suite.
“I don’t know,” I say. “One of the others may be able to identify him.”
“Caine,” Ruin begins.
Caine slides his cell from his pocket and starts a video call. “Already on it,” he says.
We wait.
“Hey, Caine,” Lilah says in greeting, her tone lighter than it was when we left. “Everything okay?”
He smiles at her, but the motion is all reckless teasing. “I’m fine, little bird. How is everything there?”
“Caine,” Ruin snaps.
Lilah’s giggle makes my lips curve, and I’m not the only one. Tanner snickers to one side, and even Horan cracks the barest smile.
“Right,” Caine says. “Are you around one of the Fae, my dear?”
There is a soft creak, like leather. “Nisha and Amoret are here with me, do you need her?”
“What about Wena or Vish?” I call.
Silence, then— “Gage, I love you, but I’m not happy with you right now.”
I flinch at the cool note in her voice. “I know, Li, and I get why. But I don’t want to dump this on Amoret. Is Vish near?”
She sighs. “He’s the lead guard now, right?”
“Yes. Him.”
“Hold on.”
There are soft steps and I watch the light from the phone change over Caine’s face. It brightens his features, leaving the shadows of his hair long across his forehead.
“Hey, Vish?” Lilah calls. There is a muffled male voice. “The fire slinging asshole wants you.”
I drop my head. “Thanks, Lilah.”
“Anytime,” she says sweetly.
Caine walks over the sand toward me. I glance up into the screen as Vish fills the surface.
“Master Whitehorn, how am I seeing you?”
The men are silent around me.
Master is one step below lord.
Shit.
“Vish, I need to know if you recognize this male. Can you do that?”
