But as I stepped one foot into the portal, I couldn’t help myself. I turned back to Hellen, who watched me with an oddly pensive expression. “You are lucky I need you alive to rule Hell, because after what you did to Jemma, I would have had no qualms about putting you down. And if you ever, ever try to so much as come near her again, regardless of what happens in the Pit, I vow that your little wind magic will not save you from the wrath that I will mete upon you, sister. Don’t ever forget that.”

I climbed into the portal to the harsh laughter of my sister, but I didn’t look back. No, I had a female to grovel to. Which meant I needed to make a detour on the way to Jemma’s house.

53. Let Them See

Chapter 53

Let Them See

Jemma

“Okay, he’s been gone a really bloody long time.” I pressed my hands together, squeezing my knees around them as I eyed the empty pizza boxes on the coffee table, the remnants of a late-night dinner. The glimmer of sunrise from the window behind me hit a glob of melted cheese, and it glowed as if it were radioactive. “It’s been a whole night, and he’s not back. What if⁠—”

“Calm down, Jem,” Joe soothed, patting my head in a sort of awkward, brotherly way. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

I eyed him incredulously. “Oh? You, who literally knew nothing about any of this until like, yesterday, are certain that my devil boyfriend, whose sister is out to punish him, and who disappeared to Heaven—even though he’s the Son of Satan—he’s just fine? Everything’s just hunky dory?”

I jumped to my feet, ignoring the way that Ezra, Humphrey and Joe exchanged a loaded glance. I was too full of nervous energy to sit still a second longer. “What if he’s been taken prisoner by God? I doubt She’d be all that keen on having a Lucifer just dropping by with a stray soul. Or … what if he’s gone to confront his sister … and she used her wind on him?”

I sucked in a breath, flapping my hands, the need to do something … anything … with them undeniable.

“Jemma Bliss, if Boss was in true danger, Bub and me’d sense it,” Beezle barked. He’d taken his guard hound duties very seriously, having not left his station in the middle of the living room all night. “And we haven’t heard so much as a peep from Bub—he’s still in his little love bubble with Luci in their happy hammock.”