“Oh.” I let go. Feeling a little loosey-goosey, I opened up the door and climbed out. Gravel crunched under my boots as I walked to the front of the Impala. “I could use a nap.”

“I think you’re going to have wait on that.” Zayne joined me, dipping his head and kissing me softly.

“Boo.” I snuggled against him for a few seconds, inhaling the winter, minty scent of his, and then pulled away. It was time to be mature and responsible or whatever. “I guess we should call Cayman.”

The screen of my phone flared to life as Zayne called the demon. I looked out into the rapidly darkening field. It was pretty open minus a few giant oaks. The only sound other than the ringing phone was the hum of katydids or locusts or cicadas. They all were holy crap, huge flying bug to me, so I could never tell them apart.

“We’re here,” Zayne said when Cayman answered the phone.

“Took you guys long enough,” came the response through the speakerphone.

Flushing, I glanced at Zayne. With nothing but the encroaching moonlight, his features were barely visible to me, but I detected a hint of a grin. “I took the scenic route,” he said, and my face burned even hotter. “We’re here, and unless they’re suddenly invisible, I don’t see Roth or Layla.”

“They should be here any minute now. They’ll come through a portal somewhere in the field.”

I arched a brow as I carefully stepped off the asphalt and walked through the calf-high grass. “I hope they don’t take long, because I’m pretty sure I’ll be covered with ticks by the end of this night.”

“I’ll help you check later,” Zayne offered from a few steps behind me.

I grinned as Cayman said, “I’m sure that’s exactly what you’ll be helping her do later.”

“You sound jealous,” Zayne said as he caught up to me, finding my hand and threading his fingers through mine. My grin increased exponentially.

“I kinda am,” Cayman replied, and I could practically see his pout.

“Does anyone own this land?” I asked, scanning the shadowy field and surrounding trees. “If so, just give us a warning in case someone comes out with a shotgun.”

“Roth owns it since he didn’t want neighbors,” Cayman explained. “So he bought about a hundred acres surrounding the house.”

I blinked. “Being a demon must pay well.”

“Being a demon prince sure does,” Cayman said. “But in other words, there’s no one around to hear you scream.”

Frowning, I stopped and looked at the phone Zayne held in his palm. “Well, that’s creepy.”

“I know.” Cayman giggled, and that was even more creepy.

Zayne shook his head as he slipped his hand free from mine, and walked a few steps ahead. “Do you know if they’re bringing back an extraspecial friend with them?”