“Look, Cooper had a dream about Sweyn in New Orleans. He saw her hideout location. It was in the same place Braison had been in his dream. We think it’s probably a trap, but Tegan says we have to go anyways, that if it’s a trap we need to know who sent that dream and how.” When he said nothing, I leaned forward. “Everest, did you hear me?”

He nodded but only gave me another little growl.

“I need you to say it . . . out loud.” I grinned. It was my turn to use that line on him.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Out loud, Everest.”

“Dream sent to Cooper. Sweyn in New Orleans,” he mumbled, half-asleep. “Going even though it’s a trap.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s . . . that’s right. You heard me.”

“Mmhhmm.”

“Okay . . . well . . . we’re going now.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

A soft snore rumbled through him. I chuckled and shook my head as I pushed back to my feet. He’d heard me, he’d repeated what I’d said perfectly. I still wasn’t sure he’d processed it, but they were waiting on me downstairs. We had to get moving. Besides, the sun was still shining so it wasn’t like Everest could come with us.

I paused at the door and glanced back at my soulmate, but he was sound asleep. With a shrug, I slipped back out and hurried down the stairs to where my Coven-mates stood waiting. When their expectant eyes met mine, I quickly relayed what had just transpired. They chuckled, then turned to Tegan. Our High Priestess narrowed her eyes on Bentley. Those orange crescents flashed in his eyes as he nodded.

Tegan shrugged. “Let’s go get trapped.”

She snapped her fingers, and a white box opened up.

“Hold on.” Tenn slid in front of the portal, stopping everyone from going through. He arched one eyebrow at his soulmate and the portal vanished. “First, I want your heads on fucking swivels, got it? If this is a trap, expect an ambush from any angle. Keep your eyes on the humans⁠—”

“Where’s Deacon?”

I glanced toward Libby, then did a double take. “Hey, it’s daylight⁠—”

“I’m a witch, not a vampire.” She winked at me, then turned serious eyes to Cooper and pointed to her faded gray Devil Mark. “He can sleep when he’s dead⁠—”

“I’m still getting used to that part of my magic. I will summon him when we get there.” Cooper sighed. “But I’d like to focus Deacon on getting the humans out.”

Tenn nodded. “Libby, you and D worked beautifully together.”

“Devils always do.” She wagged her eyebrows. “We’ll handle the humans and warn you if we feel anything headed our way.”