Gilligan’s Island,

he answered. Disappointment washed over me.

“The Twelve are most commonly referred to on my plane as the Twelve Beasts of Hell. But here on earth, they are most often referred to as hellhounds.”

“Hellhounds?” I asked, astonished. “For real? They’re hellhounds?”

“Yes. They were imprisoned centuries ago. It would seem they’ve escaped.”

I let a whistle slip through my lips. “Honest-to-goodness hellhounds. That’s unreal. Why were they imprisoned?”

“Have you ever met a hellhound?” He worked his jaw. “They’re unruly. Uncontrollable. They kill anything and everything in their paths. They were one of my father’s experiments gone bad.”

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “He created them?”

“Yes.”

“Like he created you?”

“No, not really. My father created me from his own flesh, which is why I am his son. He created no other being like me.” He gave me a sideways glance. “That’s not arrogance. It’s simply fact. One I’m not proud of.”

I was still busy trying to wrap my head around the whole hellhound thing. “Wait, what about the Dealer? You said he didn’t fall from heaven.”

“He was a slave, one of millions, also created by my father.”

“You called him Daeva.”

“Many scholars on earth believe Daeva and demons are one and the same. They are wrong. Demons, true demons, fell from heaven. They are the Fallen sons.”

“So, like, they’re purebred while the Daeva are, I don’t know, clones?”

“They are slaves. Period.”

I didn’t like that word unless I was using it to refer to Cookie. “You know, traditionally, slaves are simply an undervalued race of people. They are every bit as good and worthy as you or I.”

“Daeva are not a race,” he said, his voice hardening. “They are a creation of my father’s.”

“Why do you feel so much animosity toward them?” I asked, surprised.

“Who says I do?”

“Reyes, come on.”

“It’s complicated,” he answered at last. “When God first created the angels, they were referred to as the sons of God until he had one true son, created to lead humans, to clear their paths into Heaven. In that same sense, when my father first created the Daeva, they were called the sons of Satan until he had a one true son. Me. Then they were nothing but Daeva. They were not Fallen. They were not the sons. They simply were. And just as some angels became enraged by what they perceived as injustice from God’s favoritism of man over his own creations, some of the Daeva felt slighted when my father sought to create me. It complicated matters.”

“But you knew him? The Dealer?”

“Everyone knew him. He was a champion. He was the fastest and strongest being in hell, but he was a slave, destined to always be a slave. It was a position he didn’t care for.”

“I can’t imagine why,” I said, letting the sarcasm drip off my tongue. Then Reyes’s words sank in. “Wait, was he faster than you?”

Without looking at me, he nodded. I sucked in a soft breath of air.

“Stronger?”

After a lengthy pause, he said, “Yes. We never fought, but if we had, he would have won.”

I wouldn’t have been more surprised if a two-by-four appeared out of nowhere and slammed into my face. “So, really? He can beat you?”

“I believe he could have, yes, but that was in hell. This is a different plane with a different set of rules. Who’s to say what he can do here?”

“But why did you try to go up against him? If he’s that dangerous, why risk it?” When he didn’t answer, I pushed him, growing angry that he would risk himself so frivolously. “Reyes, why would you do that?”

“I’m too stunned to answer that right now.”

“What? Why?”

“I am astonished that you would ask me such a question.”

“Really? Do you know me at all?”

* * *

“Well, this has certainly been a day of revelations,” I said as Reyes and I walked from Misery into the apartment building together. He was apparently not leaving my side. “So, the Twelve beasts, huh? I’ll bet they’re fun at parties.”

“Not unless you like massacres,” he said, scanning the area as we walked.

“Not really. We probably shouldn’t invite them to our engagement party.” When he glanced at me in surprise, I added, “You know, if we have one.”

He followed behind me on the stairs. “Probably not.”

“I want to know more about the Dealer,” I said over my shoulder. “I mean, I didn’t even know they had slaves in hell. That place has to be bad enough without throwing the title of indentured servant into the mix.”

“My father has millions. He can create them from the remnants of lost demons.”

“Like from their DNA?”

“Something like that.”

“So, this Dealer was a champion? Of what? Volleyball?”

“Think more along the lines of gladiator.”

“Seriously? They play gladiator games in hell?” It just seemed unfathomable.

“We had a lot of free time.”

I stopped on the landing and turned toward him as he ascended behind me. “Reyes, I want you to give him a chance. I think he really is out to help us. You can be mad at me if you want, but I just think he really does want to see your father fall.”

“Sure he does. Wouldn’t you want to see your captor fall? It doesn’t mean we can trust him.”

“I think you’re letting your prejudices get in the way,” I said, turning to ascend the next flight.

“Dutch,” he said, taking my shoulders and urging me to face him, “you can’t ever trust Daeva. No matter how much they help. No matter what they do for you, they simply cannot be trusted.”

“I understand the generalization, but he’s different. There’s something very special about him, and I have a feeling we are going to find out what that is someday.”

“Not if you’re smart, you won’t.”

“I’m not stupid,” I said, growing tired of his questioning everything I did. “I do use common sense.”

“You have to have common sense to use it.”

I stiffened. He did not just say that. “You did not just say that.”

“When it comes to humans, Dutch, you are blind. You do things for them that no other person alive would do. And if you believe even remotely that this Daeva will help you in that endeavor, you’ll lose everything to him.”

“No person alive would do for me? That just goes to show how well you know humans. You may have been one for the last thirty years, but you know nothing of our spirit. Of our generous nature. It’s different for everyone, but most humans are kind and giving. And we care about our fellow man. And woman.”

“I know enough about humans to realize not one person on this earth would risk his life to save yours.”

“You’re wrong. And if my suspicions about the Dealer are right, you’ll be eating those words before all this is over. We allegedly have twelve very nasty creatures to fight, and I’d bet my last dollar he will be with us to the end.”

“At which point, he will trick you out of your soul and grow fat and old on you.”

I unlocked my door and shouldered my way in to block his entrance. “I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He offered me an angry nod, then turned toward his own apartment.

I shut my door softly. He slammed his.

* * *

Cookie came in later than I did. I could hear her familiar footsteps on the stairs. She knocked softly before opening it, which was so not like her. “Are you still up?” she asked.

“I sure am. How’d it go?”

She still looked great and had a fresh glow to her face.

“Wait, you’re not falling for Barry, are you?”

“Oh, heavens no. But we had such a good time. It was fun to get out.”

“I’m glad.”

“Did Robert, I don’t know, ask about it?”

I giggled. “He did. It was great. He was dying to ask me, but it took him a while. Did you see the look on his face when he saw Barry?”

“Yes. Charley, I feel guilty.”

I pursed my lips. “Cook. I can feel emotions, remember? And it’s his own fault.”