“We’re being watched,”I remind him, and then, because I can’t help it, I add with a smirk,“Sort your shit out, cupcake.”
He lets out a surprised laugh.
The nickname is something that I used to call him all the time, before everything that happened.
I thought it was hilarious that everyone freaked the fuck out whenever I called him it, and he thought it was the best thing in the world. Proof that I didn’t fear him like everyone else did.
“What else can you tell us?” I say out loud as I lean back in my chair, trying to put some distance between us.
My emotions are all over the damn place, and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. I do wish that I had Betty with me again. Not that I could have brought her in here, but that’s not the point.
Maybe I could get her registered like dogs are registered, my official emotional support gun.
That’s definitely not possible.
“He has developed a serum that can control all supernaturals, regardless of their strength, although for some, it needs to have a trigger word added to it. Some have been injected with it for long enough that it just needs topping up,” his expression darkens, “and some have been given a stronger dose than everyone.”
“Is there any way to tell that these people are being controlled?” I ask, trying to stay on subject.
Dimitri shrugs, “For some, it’s obvious. For others, it’s not, there’s no way to tell, but the control is all-consuming, you can be screaming inside, and it won’t make a single shred of difference.”
I growl, and my eyes switch to their supernatural ones.
Dimitri leans forward, his expression heated, “Fucking stunning.” He inhales deeply, surprise crossing his expression. “You smell like fire and brimstone, ash and smoke.”
I frown, my expression going back to normal as I say, “Er, thanks.”
Dimitri’s rumbling chuckle sounds throughout the room as knowledge fills his expression, “Hellfire, Love, you smell like Hellfire.”
My frown deepens as confusion rolls over me. Why would I smell like hellfire?
Fuck.
My eyes widen, and I look at Dimitri curiously. He knows what I’m asking without me having to say it out loud, and he nods.
Hellfire, that’s why my fire doesn’t respond like normal fire, it’s fucking Hellfire.
But how?
I’m an angel.
Angels don’t have Hellfire, do they? Maybe they do? I mean, we don’t really know anything about angels, do we? My assumption that they don’t use Hellfire is based on human lore, which is more fictional than not.
The Voices stir, and I have no idea what they’re trying to tell me. I do know that I need to focus right now.
Spotting the paper and pencil on the table for the first time, I frown when I realize just how consumed I have been by Dimitri. I mean, there could be someone else in here and probably wouldn’t have fucking noticed. A quick glance around shows that thankfully, there isn’t.
“Can you write down all of the locations that you know that Casimir may be?” I ask Dimitri.
I’m hoping that he gets the message and doesn’t say anything more about it because quite a few people will have access to these tapes, and that’s not something that should be common knowledge.
“Yes,” he replies simply and then pulls the paper toward himself and starts to write. As he does, he says, “You need to be really fucking careful, Neith, he’s dangerous as fuck and I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
I gulp and then push down my reaction to his protectiveness.
“I know. He’s already tried to take me out a couple of times,” I reply.
In retrospect, I should have known better.
