“Our relationship could unintentionally provoke Hell.” Jared rubbed his temples. He was having trouble focusing as well. “Samuel informed me that the curiosity they already have, coupled with Jack’s death…we could have bigger problems than just the increasing visits.”

I shook my head. “What does Jack have to do with it?”

“The men that killed your father knew how to bypass Gabe because of who they work for. Those cops, and a few other enemies of your father’s, are employed by a man named Shax. Except…he’s not a…he’s not exactly a man.”

“He’s Other?”

Jared attempted a smile, but the tension on his face twisted it into something that resembled pain.

“Shax is a Duke of Hell. He is also a renowned thief and takes great pride in his spoils. Somehow Jack made an enemy of Shax, and I’m going to guess that he took something that Shax felt belonged to him. Not something you want to do to an aristocrat of Hell.”

I nodded, unable to speak in a calm voice.

“Samuel advised that we…see less of each other.”

“What? No! You’re not…you’re not going to listen to him, are you?”

Jared took my face in his hands. “I promised I wouldn’t leave you again, didn’t I?”

I nodded. “You did. You promised,” I said, more to myself than to him.

Jared returned his elbows to his knees and lowered his face in his hands. “I have made a mess of everything, Nina,” he groaned. “You’re in more danger than you’ve ever been. I see now why Jack forbade me to see you.”

I positioned myself behind him, wrapping my arms around his middle and pressing my cheek against his back. “So we have to jump through some hoops to be together. Who doesn’t?”

Jared twisted, looking at me with an incredulous expression.

I sighed. “For us to be together…it’s a miracle isn’t it? A Hybrid and his human, in love when everyone from Heaven to Hell says we shouldn’t be. The starvation of a multitude turned into miraculous fish, the enslaving of a nation brought on the parting of the sea, blind men to see, lepers healed, a mother’s grief brought back the dead…it takes a nightmare to earn a miracle.”

He laughed once. “In this scenario I’m the nightmare—you’re the miracle.”

“Jared?” I asked, pausing for a moment while I reconsidered broaching the subject again.

He sensed my trepidation and touched my cheek. “What, sweetheart?”

“What do you plan on doing with the information Samuel gave you?” I braced for his eyes to cloud over but to my surprise he smiled. His eyes even brightened a bit.

“We’re going to fight through the nightmare to earn the miracle, right?”

I smiled back. “Right.”

He kissed my cheek. “I’ll let you get dressed.”

“Are we going somewhere?”