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“What are you doing here?” she said over my imagination and the too-loud music.
I’d complained to Sitri countless times that the music was obnoxious, and for a demon to make a proper deal, their terms needed to be heard and agreed to, but now more than ever, I wanted the volume lowered. His solution was the addition upstairs, but I cursed him further in this moment.
“I could ask you the same question.” All wit and humor had left me with the surprise of her presence in a demon-owned nightclub.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the less exposed corner near the bathroom doors. I glanced several inches to our right to the hardly visible crease in the wall indicating one of the hidden rooms within The Deacon. Maybe it was empty.
“Stolas?”
Her cheeks and chest were flushed with a sheen of sweat over her sun-kissed skin. For being unsure of her energy level earlier today, she was holding up like any other twenty-something here.
She raised her brow in her impatience for my explanation.
“A couple of my brothers own this club. Orobas and I are investors and were invited for the reopening.”
“Investors?”
“That’s right,” I answered, my shoulders relaxed. “And having deep and pliable pockets earned me a VIP booth. Care to join me?”
It was a bold move. Not as subtle as my last attempt to put myself in her path, but when the prey is within the predator’s reach, they become a meal.
She looked over my shoulder, and I followed her line of sight to whom I assumed was one of the friends she arrived with.
“Your entire group is welcome,” I insisted, refocusing on her face and bringing her attention back to me.
She wrapped her arms around herself and shifted her weight from one hip to the other as she considered my offer.
“Evie, it’s okay to decline. I won’t be offended.”
Her arms loosened, but not fully. The offer was still present between us.
“Where is the booth? Maybe I’ll stop by later.”
I smiled, unsure if she was brushing me off or truly torn between her evening plans and the alternative I’d created.
“Upstairs. You won’t be able to get in without being accompanied by a VIP.”
“Oh.”
I wanted her to come with me, but not up to the booth. I wanted her alone. Like when we had stolen a few minutes at her father’s party. I didn’t want to take her upstairs to Orobas, who would croon and smirk in our direction between shots of liquor from a human’s belly button.
She touched the bare spot at her neck, absent of the necklace I had plucked from her at the coffee shop. Haniel had quick hands, but it would be another day or so before it would be ready.
“Who’s this?” A voice behind me broke the tension between us.
“This is—” Evie began, but I quickly cut her off, unwilling to share my name with this new human.
“I’m a friend of Evie’s father. I was just saying hello,” I explained, then I turned back to Evie. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”
With that, I dipped my chin to both of them and headed back upstairs. I refused to look back and hoped to be able to find her in the crowd through the two-way windows in the floor of my booth. The first thing I saw upon reaching said booth was Orobas seated with a human straddling his lap. His face was buried in the chest of the young woman whose ass bounced on top of him.
I sat down, my knees wide to give me a better view between my feet.
The lights flashed and the tops of heads pushed and pulled with the tide of the music. It would be useless attempting to find Evie among the hundreds of bodies writhing together.
The thought of anyone touching her but me irked my nerves.
“What’s the matter with you?” Orobas said, coming up for air.
