“Is there any other kind of game?” he said, his voice far too deep for his delicate form.
“Enough.” Realizing the demon was impervious to her potent sex appeal, Morgana impatiently tugged the quilt higher. His opportunity had passed and it was time for business. “I have need of your services.”
“You know my price?”
“There is very little I do not know, Adar.”
The black eyes studied her with wary suspicion. He sensed a queen wouldn’t be pleased to open her vein for him.
“And you are willing to pay?”
Morgana shrugged. No sense telling him that she had every intention of killing him once he had managed to locate her prey. Demons were a little touchy about such things.
“You would not be here if I was not,” she said smoothly.
He paused a long moment, his fierce desire to taste the blood of a queen warring with his fear that this was some sort of trap.
At last it was his bloodlust that overcame his good sense. The dark eyes flared with need and he offered a deep bow to seal the bargain.
“I will need something of my prey,” he said as he straightened. “Something that carries their scent.”
Morgana pointed to the expensive leather suitcases set in the corner. She had sent Modron to discover where Sybil had stayed during her time in Chicago the moment they had arrived. Retrieving her luggage had been a simple matter.
“Take what you need.”
The demon ripped the bag open, shuffling through the explosion of designer clothes before plucking a silk scarf from the mess. His face was intent as he pressed the scarf to his nose.
“A fairy.”
“She was last seen…”
“That is not necessary.” He dared to interrupt, a small smirk on his lips.
It was fortunate that Morgana’s powers were strained. Otherwise she might have killed him on the spot. Then she would have had the bother of summoning another.
“Do not be overconfident, demon,” she warned, her voice filling the air with a thick heat. “The woman is being held in a room protected by a powerful spell.”
Unaware of how close he had been to death, the Adar headed back toward the door.
“Magic cannot hide her from me.”
“Adar.”
He paused at her commanding tone. “Yes?”
“Track the woman to where she is hidden, but do not try to approach. Once you have the location you will return to me with the information.”
Darkness swirled in his unnerving eyes, as if he were eager to be on the hunt. “I won’t charge you extra for bringing the fairy to you.”
The heat in the air thickened until the demon was struggling to breathe.
“You’ll do exactly as I say or you will discover just how painful my displeasure can be.”
He touched his throat, as if it might ease his discomfort. “Actually, I think I’ve already discovered.”
With a wave of her hand the power lessened. “Go.”
“Yes, Mistress.”