“Of course you didn’t.” She was clutching her arm and I stared at her. “You said you were okay.”

“It’s just a break,” a seelie EMT said. “We’ll get it sorted in a moment.” He stepped back from Cil. “You’re fine, young man.”

Cil grinned at him, and then turned the grin on me. “We flew,” he said. “You should’ve seen it.”

I closed my eyes. A tiny hand slipped into mine. Zip. He’d hopped out of the ambulance. I glanced at the EMT and he nodded. “Also fine.”

I crouched down. “I’m sorry this happened to you,” I murmured. Zip nodded solemnly. “Our treasures are still in the car.”

I blinked at him. “The marbles?”

“We have other treasures too.” His steady gaze told me quite clearly that he expected me to reunite him with those treasures. Despite the situation, my mouth curved.

“I’ll get right on it.”

Vas made his way over to me, his expression hard. I stood back up and walked a few steps away from the kids.

“What do we know?”

“Your sister saw people in dark cloaks. That was it. After the car flipped, they surrounded it and ordered her to get out. Said if she cooperated, they might let the kids live.”

I would make them hurt before I killed them.

“They weren’t expecting the ward.”

“Nope. Evie said the head witch of her coven created it. She did good. There are some very upset, cloaked assholes walking around Durham.”

They were going to be much, much more upset when I got my hands on them.

“Do you have our treasures?” Zip stared up at the demon, who planted his hands on his hips.

Vas’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. You have treasure? What kind of treasure?”

Zip gave him a distrustful look. “It’s our treasure. It’s still in the car.”

“If I find it, will you share it with me?” A smile trembled around Vas’s mouth as Zip lowered his chin, gazing up at him stubbornly.

“No.”

Vas laughed. “I thought not. I’m on it.”

I met his eyes. “Thanks.”

The kids had been traumatized and their dad wasn’t around to comfort them. If they needed their favorite things to make them feel more secure, so be it.

And as soon as they were feeling better, I needed to talk to them again. They were being targeted because they’d seen something that could help them identify the guy in the cloak. He wouldn’t bother going after them otherwise.

I could feel eyes on me, and I lifted my gaze, meeting molten silver. Samael seemed deep in thought and I strode over to him. I was about to do something I was guaranteed to regret. Unfortunately, my regret didn’t matter. Evie and the kids could’ve died. My sister was powerful, but I wasn’t going to paint a target onto her back.