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to question her theory. It was extremely difficult to imagine that Isaiah had ever loved this—this creature! She was impossibly rude and arrogant, and I found that I disliked her even more now than I had when she had kidnapped me under the orders of Lucifer. “How could you possibly think any of this is my fault?” I said, taking a step toward her, but she stood her ground with a smile. I wanted to slap that silly smirk off her face, but I wasn’t here to fight with any of these nitwits. It wasn’t necessary and would only cost me valuable time that Malcolm probably didn’t have.
    I sucked in a deep breath as I took a step back, forcing calm and rationalism through to my very soul. I was almost certain I had enough patience in me to deal with this—well, there really wasn’t a nice word to describe her, so I just chose the first one that came to mind: bitch!
    Lameria laughed in my face and my jaw clenched tight as I struggled not to wrap my hands around her tiny neck and squeeze until her face turned blue.
    “Give Isaiah my love.” Her face softened a bit when she stared into my eyes, as if she knew Isaiah would be looking through them at her and the very immature play she had just put on for him and the other people in the room. She glanced away, but not before I saw sadness fill her eyes. “I doubt I will be needed anymore today, now that
Heaven’s Finest
has arrived. Excuse me,” she said with a sneer, and then left the room quietly.
    I shook my head as I stared at the door, and then turned back to look down at Thoros. He was looking at the floor, his body still, his frame rigid.
    What had I missed?
    “Ignore her,” the demon I’d thrown against the wall said as he turned his head to one side, and then the other, filling the silence of the room with the sound of bones falling back into alignment. He twisted his torso left and then right, doing the same for his back, before continuing on with his conversation. “She’s been a little grouchy lately.”
    I had wasted enough time on the Princess of Greed, so his suggestion to ignore her was going to be taken quite literally.
    I motioned with my hand toward Thoros, but continued to glare at the big guy. “Was that really necessary?”
    “Don’t defend me,” Thoros spat.
    I shot him a sour look, but he was still looking at the floor.
    “He punched me first. The idiot knew what would happen. Completely his fault, but I admire your reaction,” the demon said, and then swiftly closed the distance between us and offered me his hand to shake. “The name’s Baddon.”
    Troy stepped forward and grasped the hand before I could. “I’m Troy. Ha’e ye played much baseball? Ye ha’e one hell o’ an arm on ye.”
    I rolled my eyes as Baddon smiled. I knew if Troy got to talking about baseball that we would never get this mission complete and get out of here. “Troy,” I said as I scolded him with my eyes and shook my head. “Not now.”
    He nodded in agreement and fell back into place behind me.
    I accepted the still outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. “I’m Josselyn.”
    Baddon grinned and gave me a subtle wink. “I thought you might be.”
    I refused to let myself dwell on how he could have possibly come to that conclusion. It didn’t matter to me at all if Thoros had mentioned me to the others. Obviously, since he was being so nice and cooperative, it could have only been nice things they’d heard. I took my hand back and gave Baddon a curt smile.
    One thing was for sure, I was ready to get to the bottom of all this so I could go home. I was done with distractions.
    “Okay, fine, what do we know so far?”
    “
You
don’t know anything,” Thoros snapped, and I turned to see those green eyes of his glaring up at me. “There is nothing you can do to help me!” His voice dropped to a menacing growl before adding on, “Go back to Heaven.”
    I knew if I blew up on him and walked out that Isaiah would just make me come right back down