didnât. Almost dismissively, she looked away from Nicholas and scanned the room. âAre any of Rachelâs things still here?â
âNo.â He had a few items, including the overnight bag sheâd packed for the weekend theyâd intended to spend togetherâMadelyn had shot her before theyâd left town. The rest of Rachelâs belongings had been returned to her family. âHer parents took them back to the States. Why?â
âIf you canât help me, perhaps they can.â She touched the steel collar. âSo let me go, and Iâll leave you alone.â
Not a fucking chance, especially if she truly meant to see Rachelâs parents. Goddamned demons. If this was a threat, sheâd chosen the perfect one.
Unlike the police and the press, Rachelâs parents had believed Nicholas. When heâd told them that Rachel had thrown herself in front of him, they hadnât asked what Nicholas had done to deserve such a sacrifice; theyâd only said Rachelâs selfless act was exactly what theyâd have expected from her. And though they hadnât understood how her body had disappeared any better than Nicholas had, theyâd believed that, too.
And they were still looking for her. If this demon showed up at their home, no doubt theyâd welcome her with open arms and call it a miracle.
The Boyles didnât deserve that. Theyâd suffered enough. No way in hell would Nicholas let a demon arrive at their house wearing their dead daughterâs face. But he couldnât let her know that he felt the need to protect Rachelâs family from her, because sheâd use it against him.
Nicholas focused on how he intended to use the demon, instead. âSo you want me to just let you walk away?â He shook his head. âThe way I see it, youâre the last person to have contact with Madelyn. That means youâre my best chance of finding her. Where is she?â
âI donât know.â
And he wouldnât get anywhere as long as she kept lying. All right, then. Heâd call her bluff. She wanted to know who she really was? Heâd discover how much sheâd risk to find out.
âOkay.â He lowered the crossbow. âThen I propose a bargain: You help me track Madelyn down, and Iâll help you discover who you are.â
She hesitated. Damn right she did. A bargain was the most dangerous agreement a demon could make. Any party to a bargain that didnât follow through on the terms would find their soul trapped in Hellâs frozen field when they died, tortured for eternity. A human who didnât fulfill the terms would be trapped, too, but Nicholas was willing to take that risk to find Madelyn.
An emotion that might have been wariness entered her voice. âWhat would the bargain entail, exactly?â
âAs I said. You use the knowledge you have to help me find the demon who impersonated my mother. And no lying to me for as long as weâre bound togetherâthatâs part of this bargain. You canât conceal information about the demon who pretended to be Madelyn, or anything that might lead me to her. Every relevant bit of info, no matter how trivial, you give to me the moment you think of it. In return, Iâll help you discover who you are.â
âI wonât be of use to you. I donât know where Madelyn is,â she said.
Hedging, delaying. Nicholas hadnât expected anything different. He raised the crossbow again. âSo thatâs a no .â
âNo, I didnât say that.â She pressed her fingertips to her forehead, as if forcing herself to think. Rachel used to do the same, but her eyes had never begun turning crimson as this demonâs eyes were. âI just . . . Iâve entered into a bargain before. I donât know what . But I know that itâs not something I should do quickly. So Iâm telling you now that youâll be disappointed,