Chapter Forty-One

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

It took Seth about 60 seconds to come to. I was ready.

“Tell me about this Tip-Toe Shadow.”

He moaned, touched the back of his head where he had hit the floor. “I want a drink. Do we have anything to drink? Whisky? Vodka?”

“Since when have you touched a drop? Stop stalling, and tell me about them. Now.”

His face was dangerously white. Part of me said to stop riding him so hard, and the other part said to heck with it, press the guy until he squawks. I don’t know what exactly was going on with Mouth back there, but it had been major. And it had been ugly.

“Did . . . did this demon really say to tell you about the Tip-Toe Shadow? I mean, did it use that name?” He turned huge eyes on me, and suddenly Seth seemed decades younger. It scared me.

“Yes. What do I need to know?”

He sighed, and it was such a hollow, broken sound. Chilling, really, especially from Pulled-Together Seth.

“You know that name, Luna. You just don’t remember. You were too young. We both were.