Cinn rethought her response and came down on the side of nonviolence. “But hey, if I ever want to go fishing, I’ll need a tackle box.” She hated herself for encouraging him, but it seemed the lesser of two evils. She didn’t need someone else mad at her, especially if that someone was a demon.

Wade’s expression cleared. He grinned at her. “And look what’s inside.” He opened the box and stepped back.

She peered inside. “Thanks a bunch, Wade. Umm, since I don’t fish, a little info would help.”

He reached inside. “This is a pair of titanium pliers to pull the hooks from your catch.”

Ouch. Bet that hurt. “Titanium?”

“Yep, only the best. Cost about three hundred bucks.”

Cinn looked at the pliers with new respect.

“And this is your bait.”

“Fishing lures?” At least she knew that much.

“Most tournaments don’t allow live bait.” He pointed at a few of the lures. “Top Dog Jr., Catch 2000, and these are Bleeding Bait Hooks.”

“They’re red.” She thought about that. “Oh, right. Red. Blood. Got it.”

She knew Wade was waiting, so she sucked it in and tried to look enthusiastic. “I’m so excited. I never expected all this. I bet it’ll be loads of fun.” Heaving over the side of the boat, smelling of dead fish, embedding a fishhook somewhere in her body. Yep, she couldn’t wait.

Wade seemed satisfied with her show of enthusiasm. “I’ll just sit here and keep you company while you visit with your plants. I can tell you about some of the big ones I’ve caught.”

“No.” Dacian finally injected himself into the conversation. “I’m officially in charge of guarding Cinn at night.”

Wade’s expression turned hostile. “What if you go crazy again? What then?”

Cinn winced. Wade didn’t do subtle.

“Then you can guard the greenhouse.”

She noticed that Dacian didn’t mention Wade guarding her.

“Well, I can still stick around.” Wade didn’t give up easily.

Time for her to end this. “I’d love to talk to you, Wade, but I’ve got a killer headache. I won’t make good company.”

Wade mulled that over. “Okay, I guess you need to rest. Make sure you take something for it.” He frowned. “Demons don’t get headaches, so I don’t really know what they feel like.”

“Trust me, they hurt.” She controlled the urge to toss in a moan of pain.

Wade started to leave, but paused at the kitchen door. “I wanted to warn you about Bain while he wasn’t around. He’s not just any demon. He’s a prince of hell.”

“A what?” She did not want to talk about Bain. She was still furious at him for telling all those lies about her plants.