Selma squirmed away from his grip on her shoulder. “Are you even listening to me? Kain’s in trouble. You need to help him!”

The demon let out a small sigh, his dark eyes gleaming with impatience. “Trust me, he didn’t have you call me for his sake. You said it yourself a moment ago—they might still be hunting for you, so right now we need to get you to safety. We can talk about my brother once you’ve been secured.”

Brother? Selma stared at him as he took off his leather jacket, zipped it around her, and then shoved a helmet over her head. Finally he mounted the bike and twisted to lift her behind him.

So this was the other son of the woman who’d killed herself to escape an eternity as a Breeder.

“Hold on tight. It’s a long drive,” he grunted, and she wrapped her arms around his T-shirt-clad midriff.

He seemed about as approachable as Kain had the morning after their first meeting, but despite her instinctive wariness of a demon his size and less-than-talkative nature, she felt substantially safer on the back of his bike than she had on the car ride here.

If he was Kain’s brother, he would most definitely help get her mate back—and make Naharan pay.

They rode for hours.

When Kesh finally pulled up to a large estate, Selma’s entire body was stiff from the ride, and despite her worry for Kain and the trauma she’d endured from Marathin, she found it hard to stay awake.

Yet she peeked up from behind Kesh’s wide back when he stopped in front of the iron gates flanked by armed men. They were somewhere in the countryside, in which state she didn’t know, but the security seemed as vigorous as it had been at Kain’s casino. Apparently all demon Lords were anal about surveillance.

“Alert Kirigan of my arrival,” Kesh said to the guard.

“Yes, sir,” the guard replied as the gate swung open to allow them entry. He glanced curiously in her direction before Kesh kicked the bike back into gear and they roared up the long driveway to the manor house.

“Who’s Kirigan?” she asked once they’d stopped again. “Your second-in-command?”

“My father,” Kesh grunted before unceremoniously lifting her off the back of his bike.

Selma froze, staring up at the imposing house. Despite her fatigue and aching joints, she suddenly felt rather hesitant at the prospect of walking inside.

Kain’s father… What little she had heard of him had been enough to scare her, and meeting him like this, without the protection of her mate? It was more than a little daunting.

“So Kain told you about him?”

She looked up at her companion. The slight flare of his nostrils gave away what he’d picked up on—the smell of her fear.

“A little,” she croaked.