“It’s just rain, Ully. I know where we’re going,” Toby said. “I don’t think we should stop.”
“I’m so fucking hungry, I could eat an angel,” Ully snapped.
Toby looked him over again. Ully was frowning. Even in Hell, the scientist had maintained his cheerful visage. Toby sat near him, at the base of a tree whose branches moved closer to cover him from rain. The trees left Ully in the rain.
Toby leaned back, wishing he knew how to start a fire like Rhyn. He closed his eyes to search the angel memories for information about the under-worldly trees. Uneasily, he found the memories he sought. They confirmed what he’d already figured out: trees didn’t like demons.
Ully cursed as he moved to seek cover from the downpour. Safe beneath his jungle roof, Toby watched him. The brave, cheerful Ully that sat with him in Hell seemed lost in the underworld, and Toby began to suspect there was another reason their jailer, Jared, had freed them.
Unable to sleep without knowing the truth, Toby huddled beneath the jungle leaves and stretched his senses until he found Katie. He couldn’t put her in more danger, if there was something wrong with Ully. She was close enough for him to find when he needed to. If he kept some distance between him and Katie, he could figure out what was wrong with Ully without endangering her more.