CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

I suddenly knew how to curse in a thousand languages in my head. Panicking, I searched for where to hide. Morgan turned as white as sheet when Ace pulled us behind the coffin at the altar. It seemed like the main exit opened once more as more footsteps followed the former.

We are so screwed.

“What are you doing here, Sir Hampton?”

“I could ask the same of you, Turner.”

Shit. Double screwed. If either of them caught us, we would be dead.

“I would expect the demons to poke around in places that have nothing to do with them but you, Sir Hampton? It’s a bit ridiculous. Did you bring down the security system placed?”

“No,” Hampton spat. “I will not be accused of such.”

“Then why exactly are you here and not in your home? Have a reasonable excuse when I bring this up in the Council’s meeting tomorrow.”

“Enjoy the comforts of your position but not for long. You and that blasted daughter of Juniper will be gone faster than you can imagine.”

“Is that a threat, Hampton?” Commander Turner gro