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of it, like candy with a hint of cayenne in it. It’s fuckin’ addicting, and I have to resist the urge to keep poking at her just to get another hit of her anger.

“It’s okay, Trin,” Remi says reassuringly, ever the peacekeeper. “We’ll be with you the whole time. And it’s not the kind of place where people will get violent—not like the fight ring. It’s a pleasure den, so the whole point is to keep people… pleased. Okay?”

Goddammit. His euphemism makes me want to punch him. Just because she’s an angel, we’re not allowed to say the word “fucking” around her? Because that’s what people are doing inside this place. They’re fucking, and all the variations thereof.

“Hurry the fuck up,” I mutter, just to prove a point. I’m not cleaning up my damn language just because we’ve got an angel in our midst. “My source told me she saw Henrik heading inside about an hour ago. We need to get inside and find him before he slips out one of the back exits.”

Trinity surprises me by picking up her pace, her shoulders squaring a little as we all approach the nondescript brick facade of the building. The proprietors keep the place tightly under wraps especially since it’s a pleasure den for supernaturals. They don’t want humans poking their noses where they don’t belong and getting an eyeful of a gargoyle getting it on with a sprite.

Beckett pushes the door open, and the bouncer standing inside gives us a nod, immediately recognizing that none of us are quite human. His gaze lingers on the angel with a mix of suspicion and appreciation, trailing down her body as he cocks his head.

I step forward, anger rushing through me like a flash fire. The beefy man jerks, holding his hands up.

“Hey, man. As long as she’s not human, it’s all good,” he mutters, then jerks his head down the hall. “If y’all need a room, talk to the matron up front.”

Trinity lets out a little squeak, and I clench my jaw as my cock twitches inexplicably.

We make our way past the bouncer, but instead of going to seek out the madam, I turn back to face the others. “We should split up. This place is big, with multiple levels and subsections for different kinds of kinks and shit. I don’t know what the hell Henrik is into, so he could be anywhere. We’ll cover more ground quicker if we separate.”

The angel makes another little noise, and Beckett glances over at her. “We’re not leaving you on your own, angel. You’ll stick with one of us.”

I shoot him a hard look. The fucker might claim this is just because he doesn’t trust Trinity, but that’s not the truth—or at least, not all of it.

He’s protective of her.

Possessive of her.

“Oh, okay.” She sounds relieved as she looks around at the four of us. “I guess I’ll go with Phoenix then?”

Nix rolls his eyes and Remi looks slightly disappointed, like he was hoping she would pick him. I’m not surprised she chose one of those two fuckheads though—in the car, she sat between the two of them in the back seat, and I’ve noticed that she often ends up sandwiched between them, like that’s the place she feels safest.

It makes sense. Remi can make anyone let their guard down, and Nix is too lazy to ever seem like a real threat. So of course she’d gravitate toward the two men who intimidate her the least.

That doesn’t explain the sharp jab of jealousy that pierces my chest, or the rush of anger that follows it though.

Fuckin’ hell.

Phoenix looks torn between smugness that the angel picked him and annoyance that he might have to actually do the job we came here for now. As Trinity steps closer to him, I shove down every emotion besides my fury and turn on my heel, stalking down the hallway.

I hope like hell I’m the one who finds Henrik first.

I need to take out my rage on someone.

Chapter Seventeen

Trinity

Right now, I’m pretty glad that Phoenix is Sloth, because otherwise I have the feeling that he wouldn’t be nearly so laid back about getting stuck with me. His general annoyed demeanor says it all.

As if I wasn’t already uncomfortable enough in this place.

It’s not that I think sex is… wrong, exactly. And it’s not like I’m completely naive. I’ve watched some R-rated movies in my day, I’ll have you know.

But seeing something on television or in movies is completely different from being