Demon Fire (Angel Fire #3) - Marie Johnston Page 0,14

had imprinted on his brain moments before she’d imprinted her fist on his face.

His flagging erection twitched to life. He had to quit thinking of her. Making Andy wait while he finished getting a blow job was a power move. Facing him with an erection wasn’t.

The bouncer’s beefy hand slapped a hidden panel. A whoosh revealed metal doors, and they crowded into the hidden elevator. The bouncer stood in the middle and flared his elbows, pushing Sandeen to the outer edges.

Sandeen chomped down on his irritation, pain from the sore tooth flaring. If he was in his own body, his height would’ve rivaled this idiot’s. And unlike the bulky muscles that were likely fueled by drugs and heavy reps, Sandeen’s muscles had been honed out of necessity. This man wouldn’t last ten minutes in his realm. Daemon would eat the bouncer alive. Literally.

The doors opened to a dark floor. Light from an open office cast a dull glow, enough to see where they were going. Sandeen’s eyes adjusted. The elegant surroundings were familiar. Décor was minimal. Simple lines, only enough trim accents to keep it from being plain, and the lack of light added to the posh ambiance. It also let the customers partying below see shadows moving around so they could kid themselves that it was business as usual.

Fall From Grace’s business was far from usual.

He entered the office, cursing the weak human eyes as he blinked in the light. Andy sat at the head of a long conference table. The spot Jameson used to sit in. Empty chairs lined the table. Andy wore a perfectly tailored suit, likely acquired with Jameson’s money.

Andy barely spared him a glance. “Sandeen.”

“Andy.” The man didn’t go by Andrew. Andy threw people off, gave them the impression that along with his wiry build and nondescript looks, he wasn’t a threat, that he was quite the opposite, when in fact, he was a giant threat.

Sandeen wouldn’t care. He’d be more than happy to go about his business, but Andy had dragged him into it, and to fly under the radar, he’d act like a good boy and stall. Andy might forget that he was an archmaster, powerful in his own right, and the son of one of the biggest bastards in Daemon.

“You’ve failed.” Censure filled Andy’s voice, and for such an unimposing man, he could radiate immense rage.

“I just haven’t succeeded yet.”

Andy’s brow cocked and his eyes narrowed. The guy couldn’t kill him. But he probably had some corrupt Numen in his pocket who could yank him into the Mist and kill him. The Numen would likely die trying. Many had. But the possibility was there. Sandeen walked a tightrope of risk until he could figure something else out.

Sandeen had to give him more, explain why he’d been doing nothing and making it look like he was doing something. “Randomly asking around risks drawing Numen attention. The safe house Sierra used in town netted nothing. I’ve been working the crowd here, but no one has information on her.”

“You’re fucking around.” More judgment, but all truth. “You know as well as I do that they wouldn’t put Sierra anywhere near Las Vegas.”

“Neither would they put her anywhere near any of the cities her team has worked in before. You asked me to find a needle in a stack full of seven billion pieces of hay. I’m not an angel, but even Numen can’t work miracles. Those are for divine angels and I doubt they’d help me.”

Andy’s jaw clenched and anger flashed in his eyes. Was Andy angry at him or angry because he was right? “I got a tip that Winger returned covered in snow.”

“That narrows it down,” Sandeen said dryly.

An unholy glow burned in Andy’s eyes but nothing about it was supernatural. Sandeen came from a realm teeming with evil, but this human? He was a bad one. He expected results and Sandeen might find himself accidentally covered in angel fire like Jameson.

“Get the fuck out of Las Vegas, find some snow, and make sure it’s not near anywhere she’s ever been in her life.”

As if Sandeen had access to records that told him where Sierra had worked and stayed during her time on Earth.

Andy tapped on some keys in front of him. “I’ve set up a network that my spies can report to. Anything hits and I’ll get the information to you.”

“Looking forward to it.” Sandeen rose. He might as well drop this human sack and get back to his realm. He might