I didn’t care. Shaking my head, I decided I was not listening to this insanity anymore. “I want my friends back,” I said, done with this.

He took a smoke then nodded. “Margo is sleeping in her bed. Heath forgot she was missing and her car was left here because she went out and drank too much. Someone gave her a ride home.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He held out his hand and my phone was there as he stretched it out to me. “Text her. Call Heath. Whatever,” he suggested.

“Where is Rathe?” I demanded.

He shrugged. “I can’t help you there. I’m the Lord of sin, darkness, evil, death, but I can’t control Angra Mainyu’s offspring. Not on my power wheel.”

I dialed Heath’s number, careful not to take my eyes off the monster in front of me.

“Good morning,” he said cheerily.

“Heath,” I said remembering his frantic voice from earlier.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You called me, Cat. Did you forget who you were calling?” His voice was teasing. Very Heath-like.

“Where is Margo?” I asked.

“Her drunk ass is still sleeping it off. She had one too many last night,” he said sounding less cheerful.

I looked at Diabolus and then asked Heath, “Where is Rathe?”

“Not a clue. He came in a few minutes ago and took some things. Didn’t say much and then just left.”

The Devil in front of me shrugged and kept smoking while I stood there.

“You okay, Cat?” Heath asked.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll talk to you later,” I said, ending the call.

He wiggled his eyebrows as I continued to stare at him. He was waiting on me to say something.

Things started clicking into place. Things I didn’t want to connect. Things that I wanted to be a lie.

“Who placed the spell around my mother’s house that kept you out?” I asked even though something was unraveling inside me. I knew already. I just needed to hear him say it.

“Rathe,” he said his name and I felt my knees go weak at the confirmation.

“Why were you there?” I asked.

“To see why the offspring of Angra Mainyu and a fallen archangel was getting near my daughter. Rathe doesn’t dwell among the mortals often. But the bastard expected me to show up and kept me out. That told me all I needed to know. He was there because of you and he knew who your father was.”

I hated this. I didn’t want to hear more but I had to know.

“Who is Angra Mainyu?”

“Didn’t that Delvaux man leave a library behind? Did you not read good literature?”

“Persephone wouldn’t allow me to.”

He looked annoyed. “How much do you know about Christianity?”

I shrugged. “I grew up in Georgia. Most of it.”

“Have you heard of Spenta Mainyu... or the Holy Spirit?”