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buttoned, and he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. His tattoo sleeve was an odd mixture of protective totems that blended to create one unified emblem.
    Hope flared like new magic on his fingertips. He knew how to get Momma back.
    “You got Momma’s sigil tattooed on you?”
    “Yeah.” He elevated his right arm. Inked on the underside of his bicep was Momma’s demonic symbol and name. “When she’d tell you?”
    “She didn’t. I just saw it in my head. I got this.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out the bloodstone she’d infused with a piece of her magic. It helped keep him grounded when he practiced his skill. “Momma committed to you somehow, yeah?”
    Nix shot a speculative glance at Zen.
    “I know about sex. I know you and Momma had it. Geez…adults are so weird.”
    Nix cleared his throat. “Yes,” he began slowly. “She…uh…made a commitment.”
    “Follow me.” Amos ran back into their bedroom as he yelled to the men. “If you don’t do exactly what I say when I say, that commitment will be lost.”
    Might be anyway. The alternate future unraveled faster than he could keep up with it.
     
     
    Nix chased after Amos. No need to contemplate whether to trust the kid.
    Zen cheated by teleporting into the room ahead of them. “Tell me what you need.”
    “We need Angel and Demon Locks placed around the outside of the house. But don’t finish the Demon Lock until Momma is back.”
    “I’ll get the dragons on it.” Zen didn’t wait for instructions, but teleported out of the bedroom. That teleporting stuff was convenient. Too bad it wasn’t one of his own tricks. And he wasn’t too keen on those dragons, either. Kur and Cael might be devoted to Mads, but that was only the case because she wore a magical scroll that bound them to her.
    “Nix.” The child turned toward him as bursts of flaming ice lit up the landscape through the window; the dragons doing their jobs on the Locks he presumed. “I need your blood on this.” He held up his hand and a rock sat in the middle of his palm. The hum of Mads’s magic was inscribed in the bloodstone’s structure.
    After whipping his knife out of his jeans pocket, he jabbed his thumb with the tip. Blood beaded and he smeared it across the stone.
    “Now me.” Amos held up his thumb and Nix didn’t hesitate to prick him. The boy doused the stone with the reddish-black substance of his life. “Focus on Momma,” he instructed.
    “No problem.”
    Zen teleported back in with Kur by his side. Kur shook his hair out of his face. “Angel Lock completed on the outside. Cael is on standby to ice the remainder of the Demon Lock into the soil.”
    He had no idea what ‘ice’ meant in this case. So long as they executed Amos’s instructions precisely, he didn’t particularly care. Getting Mads back was his primary focus. He’d have a ton of questions afterward. Like how did Amos know Micah had Mads when he hadn’t even realized she’d departed their bed? How had the motherfucker snatched her from beneath his nose? How had he survived the dragon blade to his heart?
    So far, Nix was doing a sucky job of protecting his woman.
    “Put your hand over mine.”
    Nix complied, covering the stone with his palm.
    The boy spoke words so low he couldn’t catch their meaning, but he felt the soft build of magic. At first a small bubble pulsed between their joined hands, coalesced bigger to engulf their palms in a heat so hot it burned, but left no visible evidence. He would endure a second death to retrieve her from her husband.
    A hot blaze whooshed suddenly about them, encompassing their body. He stared at Amos, watched his eyes flare from light pink and straight into flames like Micah’s. Just as they’d been when he met the child and he’d been acting out like a demonic adolescent.
    “ Taqq ej pela hi yippulx. Pe pihtak feqq za xaqegakax hi pa lif !” Hell is mine to command. My mother will be delivered to me now !
    Xapil. He spoke it like he’d been