Both of them spun at Hannah’s timid voice. Kiki was the first to regain himself.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demanded.
Hannah looked to Kris, her blue eyes watering. “I overheard you talking. You’re coming to save Katie. I’m going, too.”
“Hannah, you shouldn’t have followed us,” Kris said. “I have no powers here. I can’t send you back, and I can’t guarantee any of us will live through this.”
“She’s my sister.”
Kris pursed his lips, wanting to release the curses coiled on his tongue. He looked her over. She’d at least worn sturdy shoes, long pants and shirt. She was in decent shape, slender and toned from Pilates and the gym.
“If you have any problem keeping up, you have to tell me,” he said.
“Seriously, Kris?” Kiki demanded. “She can’t –“
“What alternative do we have?”
Kiki shook his head and stalked off into the brush. Kris held out his hand to Hannah, unable to shake the small part of him that was grateful he had one ally, even if she shouldn’t have come.
In Hell, Hannah had been crying since Toby started to tell her the truth. He was an angel, and he wasn’t her real nephew. Oh, and they were in Hell. From there, things had gone downhill, and Toby no longer knew what to say.
“But Rhyn is coming back for us,” he told her again. “You shouldn’t worry.”
“What … is wrong with this world?” she sobbed.
“Mama took it a little better. She didn’t cry. She just drank a lot of vodka.”
“Katie knew?”
“Yeah. She’s immune to us.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?” Hannah demanded, looking up at Toby through tear-swollen eyes.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “She tried to tell you she didn’t remember me.”
“Not remembering and getting sent to Hell are two different things!”
Baffled, Toby shrugged and moved to the bars of his cell, looking to Ully for help. Ully rolled his eyes.
“Hannah, try to be a bit calmer, in case that creepy demon comes back,” he said.
“Demon?” she echoed and burst into a new round of crying. “What did I do to deserve this?”