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Zee narrowed his eyes. “Fuck, food, and fun. Or fuck you? There, three. Happy?.”

“We need to get cleaned up and get back down to the bar.” I flicked blood from my fingers. I was probably covered in just as much as Victor. “We’ve already been missing too long.”

I’d lock the closet and ask the gremlins to clean up the blood later. Gremlins didn’t ask awkward questions.

Putting a hand on the door knob, I remembered the one question Zee hadn’t answered. “Oh, hey, Zee. Where does the portal go?”

“Fuck, right, yeah. I almost forgot. So . . . Okay . . . Right . . . Erm.” After a deep breath, he held it and said simply, “It goes home.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, weird right?” His little nervous laugh had a few internal alarm bells ringing. Why would he be anxious about a portal leading back here?

“Demon,” Victor stepped in. “Do you mean somewhere other than the hotel?”

“I mean home. You know, the place we’ve all been shut off from for the last four years? The place we come from. Home.”

“There’s a portal through the veil in our hotel closet?” I asked.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

My face must have mirrored Victor’s shocked expression because all the blood in my veins turned to ice.

The only communication we’d had with home for four years and we’d just sent a headless vampire corpse through it.

Oh dear.

CHAPTER 13

Victor’s suite had the largest shower, so we hurried there and began to strip off our bloody clothes.

Zee whipped off his pants in a few seconds, and strutted about the room unashamedly naked until he flopped back onto Victor’s bed. “Now he’s not a billionaire, we should make His Lordship have a tiny room. Then we can rent out this freakin’ mansion.”

The hissing sounds of the shower started up, where Victor was.

I struggled with my socks, which Daisy’s blood had somehow glued to my feet, but also had most of my thoughts on the fact there was a portal through the veil in our closet, and what we were going to do about it. This wasn’t some inconvenient door to Reynard Technologies. A portal home was a big deal. A huge deal. The biggest of deals since the veil had shut itself entirely four years ago.

“Hey, Kitten, you okay?”

“Huh. Yeah. I just . . .” I sat on the chair by the dresser, huffed, and stared at the frog ornament Zee had gifted Victor a couple of weeks ago.

I’d thought me being a world-ending dragon might change things, but a doorway home could too. Change wasn’t all bad, though—look at how Victor and Zee had changed. I’d changed too. I wasn’t always afraid anymore, like I’d been for most of my life. In fact, lately I’d been . . . happy. So change was good too.

Could the portal home be a good thing?

Not if Gideon found out about it. He’d control it—control us.

There was so much to think about, and all the people in the hotel thought I was their savior?

Zee sauntered over, knowing he was a whole lot of demon to drink in. His wings shimmered behind him. They’d been hidden this whole time, so they weren’t as bloody as his torso, arms, and face. He knelt, spread my knees, and leaned in, bracing an arm either side of my legs. His lashes fluttered around glittery purple eyes.

His hand came up, and his fingers skimmed my jawline so softly that his touch might not have been there at all. Warmth and kindness and love filled his eyes. “Is that sock giving you trouble?”

I beamed. “You’re so romantic.”

He plucked off the sock and flung it over his head, between his wings. “What about this other guy? He givin’ you trouble too?”

“Yeah, he is.”