This was getting more complicated by the second. We were searching for a needle in a haystack. Make that seven haystacks.
“I know where it is.”
I’m pretty sure I heard a collective creak as every head snapped Chaos’s way.
“You didn’t want to lead with that?” I asked.
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I thought it was obvious.”
“Obvious,” I repeated, blinking at him a couple of times. These dudes were something else. I glanced around at the other horsemen, noting Sin’s feigned nonchalance as he braided Merri’s hair. Malice had a perpetually bored expression and was sitting on her other side, while Grim—I shuddered—remained perched in the corner like our very own reaper waiting for one wrong move before swooping in and collecting our souls.
The four of them were enough to make a guy appreciate Lucifer’s grandstanding—thank God he wasn’t here right now or this meeting would last a fucking year. I was used to narcissists, so Lucifer was easy to make sense of. For the most part. But the horsemen? They were unlike any other group we’d come across. Teamwork was a foreign concept to them, aside from their work with each other.
They didn’t understand something as basic as sharing information with people outside their immediate group. But the scope of our team was so much wider now, and they’d need to get up to speed ASAP if this was going to work.
“Pretend it’s not. Care to share that with the rest of us?” I asked.
“I helped bury him.”
The silence was deafening as we waited for him to elaborate further.
After a beat he glanced around and added, “I can take us there.”
Oh my God. This was like pulling teeth. “Great. That’s great. Let’s go.”
“It’s not as simple as materializing in the tomb.”
My shoulders slumped in defeat. “Continue.”
“The journey is going to be difficult. There are safety measures put in place that prevent anyone from reaching his burial site.”
“Booby traps. He means booby traps,” Remi whispered. “This has Indiana Jones written all over it.”
“Gotcha,” I said, addressing both of them before focusing back on Chaos.
“So what kind of team do you think we’re going to need for this? A small, stealthy one? Or something bigger?”
Chaos’s focus shifted from me to the remaining horsemen. “The more precise we are, the better our chances. We need strong fighters, but not an army.”
“We will go,” Alek said, sharing a meaningful look with his twin. “My brother and I are arguably the strongest fighters we have.”
That was understating it a little. The two of them were basically armies in and of themselves.
“I’ll go too,” Pan said, shocking the hell out of me with his offer.
“You want to go?” I asked.
Pan nodded. “It sounds as though we’ll be dealing with unknown forces. As we’ve recently learned, my power is nigh limitless. This gives me an opportunity to stretch my wings.”
“You don’t have wings,” I pointed out.
“It was a metaphor, brother. Please do keep up.”
I glared at him. I hoped he got stabbed.
“No, you don’t.”
I stiffened at his voice in my mind before begrudgingly agreeing. No, I didn’t.