Oh, my, I think we could be best friends now.”“Let’s not head in that direction too fast.” Alicia hummed. “Though I’m beginning to see that witches aren’t so bad, after all.”“Trust me. It’s just me. I’m marvelous.”Mabel gazed at them in exasperation while Brian tried not to laugh amid his arousal. When he tugged her to him again, she tugged back. He sobered when he realized she was no longer teasing him, her expression solemn as she shook her head.“What’s wrong, Em?”“Nothing. But you have to stop kissing me in public.”“I can’t help it. And that’s ridiculous.”But Mabel shook her head again and became preoccupied, glancing around. Figures milled about outside the safe room, the voices calmer and no longer buzzing with chaos.“Your folks,” she mumbled. “Your court. They will riot.”And then it clicked: her worry, why she was avoiding another kiss, and what she was protecting him against. But Alan’s actions and the way the rest came together made everything fall into place, and he
Sitri grinned down at his hand across the table. The pot was overflowing with ancient jewels, stacks of money from around the world, and sets of keys to cars and townhomes.We’d been drinking, smoking, and gambling for hours, and only three of us were left at the table in the private casino room. Ezequiel had taken his leave with a human he had brought for company. Without their constant cooing and flirting, Sitri was more alert and had won the last two hands.“It looks as if you have run dry, brother,” Brian balked from beside me, his tell.He had nothing, but the pot was full of my gold and cash.Between the three of us, Sitri likely had the best hand but was giving no indication if he would fold or hold out to see what Brian would wager.“I have a few tricks up my sleeve, don’t you worry,” I said. “What will you be betting? Your chips are gone, your pockets are bare, and your fingers have been stripped of their adornments.”I flicked my fingertips over the edges of my straight flus
I hadn’t seen Rhomi in ages, but we kept up through random messages and commenting on photos or status updates.A pang of feeling left out hit me.I’d left more than just friends in London. I’d left , as he preferred.We hadn’t been dating for long when I decided to return to the States. It had only been a few months, but he was already focused on a new job that had a promising future. One that wasn’t centered around his personal life or me.I opened up the text thread that he and I had sparsely used since I left. The last message from him was dated last week. “I miss you.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.I missed his smile. I missed the way he made me laugh. I missed the way he made me feel. But I couldn’t admit that I missedhim. Not after the fight we’d had that solidified my choice to leave.So instead, I scrolled up to a photo he’d sent me last month. It was finally warm in London and he had been at coffee with a few of our friends. The photo of the four of them holding up their take
Of course, Carl. She will never know.” His shoulders relaxed at my dark voice and his expression softened to a dreamy relief.“Last night was”—He looked from me back to the bed to the naked woman now on her knees—“incredible.”She winked at him, sending him back into his panicked escape. His pale face became as pink as a pig's backside. He pulled the rest of his clothing into his chest and scooted past Sitri and me. His eyes stopped on each of us for a moment before he headed to the elevator, not daring to look back again.Sitri huffed his amusement and swung his attention back to the woman on the bed. “By chance, do you know how to tend bar?”She giggled and brought a knuckle to wedge between her teeth, “Sorry. Not my specialty.”“Pity,” he returned.“Give me an hour and I’ll meet you at The Deacon,” I told him before he nodded and disappeared into the void.I turned back to my remaining bedmate from the evening. She was pulling her dress up her body and settled the straps on her sho
She was already tapping her thumbs over her phone screen.“I just sent you the address. I have to run, but Iwillsee you soon. Don’t stand me up, okay.” She smiled carelessly while she gathered up her purse and coffee before adding one last instruction. “And this is a very exclusive club, so wear your hottest outfit. You never know who you’ll meet.”She pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss before dashing out the nearest door, leaving me dumbfoundedAlicia met me in the driveway when I pulled up to my father’s house for lunch. I was twenty minutes late, and she was pacing the freshly power-washed pavement.“Where have you been?” she said through a passive-aggressive, toothy smile.She didn’t want to sound too angry in front of the catering staff bringing in tables and chairs from two white vans.I closed my car door and shook the ice in my second latte of the day. “Traffic,” is all I gave her before walking past her and through the front door.The high, arched
What better way to torture the scum of the Earth than trapping them with only their own mind to keep them company?“The employee turnover is going to start the rumor mill.” I sat on a stool a few feet away from Ezequiel, and Sitri slid a glass of something pink and fruity toward me.“You worry too much,” the Watcher said, not at all putting my worry at ease. “This industry is full of fair-weathers who’ll neither call nor show up for their shift for the opportunity to follow the latest pop singer on tour. That’s the beauty of Los Angeles.”The Deacon was more than just a nightclub and investment. It was where, on any day of the week, desperate souls could be harvested. People clambered for just one moment of happiness and freedom on the dance floor. For the chance to meet a stranger for a one-time tryst to recount at parties.The nightclub was also a place for the princes of Hell to converse on an even field.Yes, Sitri was the owner and main operator, but it was one of the last demon
She belonged to me, but giving her my true name would give her the power to summon me if spoken just right.I let her dangle on the silence for another moment before deciding that it was only fair that I leveled the playing field.“Alicia ,” I said, gifting her with the social reprieve of my name.“Alicia,” she repeated, the first and last letters getting caught in her teeth and dragged along her tongue like silk. “That’s a . . . strong name.”“Suits him, doesn’t it?” Brian chimed in, clapping my shoulder. “Handsome devil.” His bouncy tone did nothing to rid her expression of its curiosity. “My glass is empty, bad luck at such a fancy affair. I’ll be back in a moment.”Her hostess senses slipped back into place. “Oh, I can—”“No, please stay and occupy my brother,” Brian said. “He has been bored to tears and I need a rest from carrying the conversation for the both of us.” He scurried away before she could answer.She watched after him a moment before turning back to me, surprise stil
She held her breath, dragging her gaze up to mine for longer than she’d likely intended, before bolting to her feet and smoothing out the wrinkles from her dress.The moment was too much, and she had obligations as her surviving family’s trophy.“I should make the rounds. Thank you for taking in the fresh air with me, Brian. Enjoy the rest of the night.” She stretched out her hand to bid me farewell.I straightened myself and took her hand but rotated and brought it up. “I hope we meet again soon, Mabel.”Our eyes locked as I lightly caressed my lips over her knuckles.Her cheeks flushed and her mouth opened, but it seemed that her words were lost. Instead, she nodded and walked away.I waited until her silhouette had disappeared into the house before slipping through the void. I had no desire to mingle with any other mortals now that my agenda to encounter Mabel had been accomplished. I knew the impression I left her with would have her thoughts trailing back to me throughout the res