Page 91 of Demon's Mate
Ash’s chest swelled, his feathers ruffling. He was so proud of his mate. Even after facing the Devil, Harper hardly seemed shaken.
Dante blinked, his eyes going white, then clearing. “The coven members haven’t moved. You should be good to go.”
Ash held Harper tight. Not dealing with Luc would be a grave mistake, but how was he supposed to let Harper walk away?
“Go.” Harper pushed Ash toward Dante, extracting himself from Ash’s hold. “I’ll be fine at home. Promise.” With a wave, he rushed out of the building.
Ash grabbed Lucifer’s upper body, getting hold of his wings as best as he could, and together, he and Dante dragged him outside.
With a glance to ensure Harper got into the car, Ash and Dante launched into the air.
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HARPER
Harper hurriedto the car idling at the curb. The license plate matched his booking on the app, so he threw open the back door and slid inside.
The driver pulled away as soon as the door shut. Harper quickly buckled his seatbelt.
“Thanks.” Harper twisted around, glancing out the back window and trying to catch a glimpse of Ash. Where were they?
Oh. Duh, they’d have an illusion making them invisible. Obviously. But the way Harper’s pulse pounded, his whole body vibrating with adrenaline, it was no wonder he wasn’t at his sharpest.
Harper squirmed in his seat, facing forward but unable to stop moving. His gaze darted around the clean car. At least the ride would be short. Lucifer hadn’t taken him far.
“I really should be thankingyou,” said the driver.
Harper’s body locked up.That voice. His heart beat at double speed and dread turned his stomach. No, it couldn’t be. He looked at the driver, his face in profile as he watched the road. Recognition cut Harper in two. Fuck. No. He blinked, but there was no erasing what was right there.
His father’s eyes met his in the rearview mirror.
Harper reached for the door handle. He’d throw himself from the moving car. His hand clasped the plastic, and searing pain scorched his palm, burning like a hot iron. With a cry, he yanked his hand away, his palm scorched red.
“No, no. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” His father hardly glanced at the road as he drove, beady eyes fixed on Harper in the mirror. “Don’t try anything, or I’ll set the whole damn seat on fire.”
As if to prove his point, heat flared along the seatbelt, singing Harper’s shirt and burning his chest. He screamed. The heat was gone a second later.
“H-how did you find me?” Harper willed himself not to cry. Showing emotion would make this worse. It only egged his father on.
There was no time for fear. He had to escape.
“You stopped suppressing your magic. I was ready the moment you let your guard down. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Ha. It was lucky I was at the port trying to figure out what you did to my men. From there, tracking you was easy.”
Harper hadn’t stopped suppressing his magic. He’d never skipped his potion. Whatever Lucifer had done to strip him of Ash’s tracking spell must have broken his suppression spell too.
Fuck, he was such a fool to think he was safe just because Ash found him.
“But the car?” It still didn’t add up. His father didn’t do rideshares, and he’d booked this through an app. He’d checked the plate.
“I stole the car.” Arthur shrugged, eyes back on the road. “I knew you were inside the warehouse, so I took a gamble that you were about to get in when the car pulled up. It was the only one around. The human is slumped in the gutter, where he belongs.”
Damnation. Hopefully, the driver wasn’t dead. It would be all Harper’s fault.
Harper shook with rage, and okay, fear too. He was ice cold. Hehadto escape. So what if he burned his palm off.
Harper eyed the door handle, placing his hand on the seatbelt clip, ready to unclick it as soon as he opened the door.
The plastic handle melted down the door, gone in a split second.Fuck!Harper’s seat burned, pain along his back and ass flaring, and he screamed.
