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We make it to the elevators when Lucas speeds through, taking my hand and not letting go until we get to the sixty-sixth floor. Two men in black suits stand at the entrance to the club, checking names and IDs. Lucas goes right up to them, holding them both spellbound at the same time.
“I didn’t know vampires could do that,” Melinda says to herself and then looks at me. “Hold two people spellbound at once.”
“I didn’t know they could, either, until I saw Lucas do it,” I tell her. Lucas looks over his shoulder, letting us know everything is good. I’m underdressed for the party, and I’m wearing a pretty dress and expensive flats. Melinda and Easton have on their typical jeans and flannel and are obviously out of place, yet it does nothing to slow them down.
This is a job, and finishing it could quite literally save the world.
The lights are low, and the club is packed full of people, making it hard to pick Abby out from the crowd. It doesn’t help that almost every woman in this place is wearing an ivory- or white-colored dress, which is weird until I realize there was a dress code. All the men are wearing black, and the only time I’ve ever heard of a black and white party was on an episode of Gossip Girl. I didn’t realize it was a real thing. I left my coat in the car and am sticking out in my blue dress.
“We’ll check the service areas,” Easton tells me. “And I’ll text you if I find anything.”
“Okay,” I tell him, keeping my phone in my hand, and move further into the club.
“She’s over there,” Lucas tells me, and relief washes over me.
“Thank god,” I say and rush to her. “Abby!”
“Callie!” she replies, turning around, looking rightfully startled. “What’s going on?”
“There’s a good chance there’s a demon in here,” I rush out.
“What? How do you know?”
“Did you see the story on the news about a guy walking out of Lake Michigan?”
“Shut up, that was real?”
“Yeah, it was a demon, and he dropped that body and jumped into one a little fresher, if you know what I mean.”
Her eyes go wide. “And it’s here?”
“I think so. It’s looking for me, and I was worried it would go after you.”
“Oh, lovely.”
“I’m so sorry.” I reach into my purse and pull out two purple sachets. “This is a warding charm. Give the other to Phil, and keep them on you.”
“Where are you going?”
“To find the demon.”
Lucas’s hand lands on the small of my back. “Incoming,” he whispers.
“Oh, fuck,” I grumble, seeing Scott pushing his way through the crowd, face red.
“You’ve got some nerve showing up here.” He goes to grab my arm, but Lucas moves in front, baring his fangs. A few people around us take notice and jump away.
“Trust me, this is the last place I want to be,” I sneer. “And I don’t have time for your bullshit tonight.”
Scott looks at Lucas, careful not to meet his eyes. “I don’t know what you did, but so help me God, you won’t get away with it.”
“I already did, Scott. Don’t you see? Whatever you do, I’m one step ahead. Just give it up already.”
“I’ll never give up! I’m fighting the Lord’s fight and won’t stop until devils like you are gone!”
Lucas lets out a snort of laughter. “You have absolutely no idea who she is or how quickly she could incinerate this whole room.”
“Are you threatening me?” Scott says loudly, wanting people to hear. “The vampire is threatening me!”
“It’s a warning, Karen,” I huff and see William several yards away talking to security, and just the sight of his round face makes me pissed the fuck off.
And then I see the demon, and his inky eyes meet mine, holding my gaze.
“Lucas,” I breathe, not taking my eyes off the demon.
“I’ll get it,” he tells me and speeds forward. The demon grins and turns, moving with inhuman speed as it goes through a staff door. The door swings open and shut a few times behind him, and I see waiters preparing a champagne toast.
Scott sputters, even more mad over the fact he didn’t get a reaction from us than he is that Lucas and I showed up in the first place. Elena does a backflip or something, kicking me hard in the cervix. I wince, and my hand goes to my lower stomach on its own accord.
“You and your unborn abomination are damned to rot for all eternity,” Scott goes on, unable to shut the fuck up.
“Scott,” Abby interjects. “That’s enough!”
“Don’t defend her! The devil already has his clutches on her soul!”
“It’s okay, Abby,” I tell her. “And he prefers to be called Lucifer,” I say matter of factly.
“Oh, hey! It’s your hot sister,” someone says, words slurring a bit. One of Scott’s friends comes up behind him, eyes bloodshot. We had a run-in not that long ago, and I left them more than a little confused. “Guess you didn’t get the memo about the dress code.”
