Threat, promise, sad and accurate truth. It was many things. But the trouble that Liam had currently found was a small scraggly looking tabby cat. Liam was settled on the church steps, sitting, and said feline was in his lap currently headbutting and nuzzling under his chin, purring up a storm while Liam scratched at one of his fluffy little cheeks. His free hand had his cellphone lifted to get a selfie with his new friend.

Liam Leary, soul collector and demon-pet had a deep and obvious soft spot for animals and children. He snapped the selfie right as he heard Riley's voice. Lowering his phone, he looked up with a pleased grin. "You have no idea, Father. I find trouble like I've got radar. And if I can't find it, I've been known to make it."

One last little scritch at the cat's fluffy cheek and he eased it off his lap with a quiet there's a good boy so he could stand. His gaze dropped to the picnic basket, his expression softening. In a kinder world, this would be a charming, romantic little date.

But the world was not kind. It was cold and complicated. So fucking complicated. "Thanks, by the way, for agreeing to do some exploring. I was at a loss for what to do with myself today."