“No way to tell how much those two are in contact.” Gabriel had always kept a distance from Lucifer, but times had changed. There was no way for him to know.
“That’s just great.” She grabbed her drink and took a huge swallow. “It was too much to hope I could catch the demon in peace.”
“That was never going to happen.”
“A girl can dream.” Thoroughly disgruntled, she scanned the club.
He did the same, filtering out the lights and music, which wasn’t easy. Then there were the voices—laughter, shouting, and singing—the pungent smells—perfume, sweat, aftershave, liquor, and food.
“There.” She pointed off to the left. There was a hint of something dark and deadly, but it disappeared too fast for him to pin it down. “Damn, it’s gone,” she muttered.
He’d already moved on and zoned in on the energy signature they were seeking. He tilted his head to the left. “Demon just beyond the end of the bar. Opposite side.”
Time to go hunting.
…
Time to get her head back in the game and remember why she was here. But this wasn’t a typical demon hunt. Already Maccus had sensed Lucifer. And there was something else she’d briefly detected before it disappeared.
Problem with a big city like New York was that many different paranormals made their homes here. Maybe it was someone out for a night on the town. Or maybe it was another demon. Maybe even an angel.
The cold chill seeped beneath her jacket.
Focus, Morrigan, or you’ll end up dead.
She casually looked down the bar to the area Maccus had pointed out. Sure enough, even with the flashing lights distorting him, she found her mark. And if she hadn’t been 100 percent certain, the cuffs in her pocket heated slightly, a definite confirmation.
Demons could be tricky sometimes. She saw through their glamour, but they’d learned tricks to make it more difficult.
Her target was currently holding court at a tiny high-top table like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was surrounded by women, some who were dancing and a few who were pawing him. Seemed Speed had money and was freely spending it on the ladies.
Couldn’t blame a demon for having fun, but he’d outstayed his welcome, probably because his dick was having such a wonderful time with the honeys.
“Let’s go.” The sooner this was done, the sooner she could get back to figuring out her own problems. She gulped down the rest of her drink and set the empty glass on the bar, careful not to shatter it. While she healed faster than a human, she still bled. Best to avoid any blood loss when possible.
The unusual show of temper from Maccus had unnerved her. He was always so unemotional. Lucifer always knew what buttons to push to get a reaction.
Taking the lead, she slowly meandered around the bar. It was a slightly longer route, but she cut through the writhing and jumping mass of humanity on the dance floor to give her some cover. If the demon bolted, she’d never catch him, not with so many people crowded together.
Halfway to her target, a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. She whirled around, dagger half raised. As usual, Maccus was scowling at her. “What?” she yelled as she slipped the blade away, grateful some human hadn’t seen it and made a fuss.
He yanked her toward him and lowered his head. Was he going to kiss her? She’d thought he might earlier but hadn’t.
But no, he took her in his arms and began to move. They were dancing—okay, not really dancing, more like swaying in place, which was weird because the music was fast, and everyone around them was gyrating and jumping.
Being so close, she smelled the soap he’d used in the shower, along with the natural male scent that she’d never forget as long as she lived. It was slightly spicy and hot and made her toes curl in her boots.