“My strength is the same as his when it comes to fighting and whatnot, but I don’t have exactly the same powers. I’m not truly a greater immortal. I don’t know if I could break him out without the seal.”

“Lovely. We’re back to where we started.”

“I don’t know. We should just take this one step at a time. Let’s keep trying to find him and figure out where the other half of the seal is.”

“We’re running out of time,” I murmured, stubbing out the cigarette.

“So, why are you smoking again?”

“That’s not really important right now,” I snapped.

“I don’t know. If I had a mortal body, I’d be kind of worried about that.”

“I’m not mortal. And I’ll be back to my normal self in a few days at most. Probably much sooner.”

“Is it because of Mortensen?”

“We are not talking about that right now.”

“Never thought you’d be one to take a break-up so hard, seeing how easily you deal them out. In fact . . . has anyone ever even broken up with you before?”

I fixed him with a glare, so annoyed that I didn’t care if he wanted to try to kill me. “We are not talking about that right now.”

“Fine, fine. What other info do we have, then?”

I racked my brain. “The cult . . . the Army of Darkness. I think there’s a connection with Jerome’s summoning and their activities. Whoever’s controlling them—well, Grace, I guess—times their stunts to take attention away from other things.” I recapped what I knew of their stunts and what they lined up with. “Not all of their activities correspond exactly to some part of the summoning, though. At least not that I know about.”

Roman was thoughtful. “Hmm . . . well, it’s possible some may not line up with anything. A few may be red herrings, sort of to establish their presence. I didn’t always follow you to Canada, so I don’t know exactly what they’re like.”

“Wow. Your stalkerdom has limitations.”

“Seemed like a big pain,” he said. “Aside from maybe going to Tim Hortons.”

Nephilim couldn’t teleport like greater immortals, so he was limited with normal transportation when following me around. Uneasily, thinking of my activities with Seth, I wondered just how much Roman had spied on me. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d taken a front-row seat to my intimate activities. If he wasn’t going to mention it, I wasn’t going to.

“They’ve been quiet ever since the day of the summoning, when they were down here. I guess Grace has nothing left for them to do,” I said.

“Likely . . .” His mind was still apparently spinning with suspicion. “But if I were you, I’d talk to them again.”