/Lukas POV/
The demons gaze flickered down his badly beaten up body. Wincing when he noticed that Dean's jacket did an excellent job of hiding a lot of it, but the skin of his bare chest and arms were still red and blotchy as if he'd inflicted burns on himself. Lukas was not sure how he overlooked that. He probably tried to quell all those memories of being tortured.
"We need to get you out of here as soon as possible," His loyal guard continued. "You're hurt."
"I don't care, I don't f*****g care," The demon said, and he's starting to sound hysterical because none of them is bloody doing anything. "I need to find my pregnant mate! Don't you get it? Talia just disappeared. She was supposed to be in the Underworld.”
Lukas huffed. “Why aren't you doing anything? I-I c-can't…”
He cannot
