Chapter Nineteen
“Do you think we should call Ramirez?” I asked quietly, surprised by my own suggestion.
“He should be here soon.” Abe brushed grime from his watch.
“I think we should look.” Leah’s voice was shaky.
“I agree.” I threw my vote in but it lacked conviction.
“Elijah?” Abe prompted his brother, who gave a single head nod. “All right then, let’s do this.” He hefted himself from a squatted position before offering us each a hand.
“Any chance we could get him to pull this thing open?” Leah nodded at Nicoh, who sat off to the side of the cellar door, still panting and silently observing the stupid humans contemplating opening the gates to Hell.
“Not on your life,” I replied, immediately regretting my choice of words.
“I’ll do it,” Elijah offered, trying to put on his best ga
