Once Bitten (Shadow Guild: The Rebel #1) - Linsey Hall Page 0,50

put the mobile away. “Right. I think I need a word with the Devil.”

Mac had agreed to let me see the Devil alone. She’d wanted to come as backup, but it was too dangerous. He couldn’t control my mind, which made me the perfect person to interrogate him about the symbol inside the body.

He’d expected it to be there, or at least, he’d expected something to be there.

I needed to know why.

Eve had given me a small assortment of protective potions—on the house, she’d said. I still planned to pay her back someday, somehow.

As I strode toward the Devil’s tower, I felt a presence alongside me. I looked left and right, finally spotting Cordelia running along the other side of the street, keeping pace with me. The fat little raccoon was fast.

“What are you doing, Cordelia?” I called, feeling crazy for talking to her like this. It was one thing to chat with her while I was drinking my boxed wine and knowing she’d never respond.

But this?

I almost expected her to say something back to me.

Cordelia, however, didn’t so much as glance at me. And as we neared the vampire’s tower, she turned left down an alley and disappeared.

Weird.

When I reached the edge of the clearing in front of the vampire’s tower, I stopped and stared at it.

He probably wasn’t the murderer, right?

Right.

I swallowed hard and stepped forward. He was certainly dangerous, and he very well might know a lot about the murderer, but my gut said he wasn’t the killer. It also said that he knew something valuable about the crime.

Just in case, though, I stuck my hand into the pocket of my leather jacket and let my fingertips brush across the smooth glass surfaces of the potion bombs that Eve had given me. Freezing, healing, and smoke.

I had backup. And Mac had sworn to come get me if I didn’t contact her in an hour. It was more than I’d ever had before, and I was grateful.

As I neared the two guards, I recognized them. Once again, they made me think of animals—lions and panthers. Just like Quinn. Their massive hands were folded in front of their bodies as they stared impassively at me.

I opened my mouth to request an audience with their boss, but the one on the left just turned and opened the door for me, gesturing for me to enter. Quickly, I glanced between the two of them, not sure if I liked this kind of welcome.

Not that it necessarily mattered. I had to go in, whether I liked it or not. I gave the city behind me one last look, then strode through the doors. The hostess who waited for me was the same, and she inclined her head. “Welcome back.”

“Expecting me?”

She smiled and shrugged. “Come this way.”

She led me through the club again. Tonight, it was heaving. The hour was just past midnight, and the chairs and tables were full. A band played onstage—a trio of women with snakes for hair. Everyone in the place avoided looking right at them, though they were dancing along to the music.

Would the patrons turn to stone if they met the gazes of the three gorgons?

Between that and the lava room at the witches’ party, it was clear these supernaturals liked some danger with their nights out.

The halls we walked down were as confusing as ever, and I could feel my mind starting to fuzz. Whatever had been in the air last time was here again, making it difficult to determine where I was in the building. If I returned, I’d never find my way back without a guide.

The hostess stopped at the wooden door and knocked. I heard nothing, but she must have picked up a signal, because after a pause, she let us in.

I followed her into the room, realizing that the Devil was alone this time. The two guards no longer stood behind his desk, and I wondered if he had dismissed them right before I arrived.

“A guest for you, sir,” the hostess said.

“I can see that, Miranda. Thank you.” He didn't so much as look at her. No—the entire time, his gaze was glued to me.

Miranda slipped out the door, shutting it noiselessly behind her.

Silence hung heavy in the air as I inspected him. He was as impossibly handsome as I remembered, lounging in the chair behind his desk. His broad shoulders filled out his suit perfectly, and his gray tie lay flat against his muscular chest. I could imagine him strangling someone