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I expect her to fight me, but instead, she sinks against me. All the color has gone out of her cheeks. I swipe a strand of flame hair from her face.
Where has my Lily gone? Where’s that fighter who’s been making my life hell and brightening my days since we were kids?
“What happened?” I demand.
“It’s Levi,” she chokes out. “Levi’s the demon.”
Levi? That huge fucker she’s been hanging out with?
She shudders. Her leg slides out from beneath her, and I catch her before she topples over.
“How do you know?”
“I just…figured it out. There’s so much that didn’t add up about him. And I confronted him, and he confirmed it.” Sheblinks, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I let him get away. I’m an idiot. I don’t know where he is now.”
“Iknewit. I knew that smarmy English asshole couldn’t be for real.” And not just because he was putting the moves on my girl. I ball my hand into a fist, but I don’t let her go. “We’re ending this. Now.”
I fold her into me, wrapping one arm protectively around her. With the other, I pull out my mobile and tap out a message. A few moments later, the elevator dings, and Jackson and Orion appear in the hallway beside us.
“Daisy?”
The moment she hears his voice, Lily shoves me away and falls into Jackson’s arms. That stings more than I’d like to admit. I tell myself that it’s a good thing. She needs the twins now. They’re much better at this comforting thing than I’ll ever be.
I only have one purpose in our monster-hunting partnership. I’m the muscle. I’m the one who gets the job done no matter how grisly the task. No matter the cost. I’m the one who has to do the unspeakable, unthinkable things so that the twins stay safe.
So that the world doesn’t have to know the horrors that lurk in the shadows.
And right now, we need to stain this fucking hotel red with demon blood.
I jab a finger at Orion. “Find him. Now.”
“I can’t just—”
“Youcanjust. You have that suitcase full of weird tech. If you can find a banshee at a Bauhaus concert, you can find Prince fucking Charming so I can put a silver bullet in his head.”
“You’re not thinking straight. You can’t confront a demon.” Orion’s eyes bug out of his head, and he begins to tap his black-painted nails even faster against his thighs. “Not even with a silver bullet. All you’re going to do is piss him off.”
“And when you piss British people off, they tend to invade countries,” Jackson pipes up.
I shove my brother aside. He means well, and if I were thinking clearly, I’d agree with him, but no one is getting between me andevisceratingthis guy.
I’m the only one who is allowed to make Lily Dean cry.
The elevator dings again. I whirl around, fists raised. I’ll wring his neck if I have to. This guy is not getting his hands on Lily.
But it’s not Levi. It’s Freddie, with an armload of towels and a basket of pillow mints.
“Oh, hello, honored guests!” Freddie says, either oblivious or ignoring the tension saturating the air. His cheery, professional smile never falters. “I’m just doing my rounds. Can I help you with anything? Only it’s quite late, and you’re in the middle of the lobby yelling, and it might disturb the other guests—”
“The other guests can go to hell,” I growl.
“Hey, Freddie,” Jackson pipes up quickly, flashing the concierge his usual winning smile. “You know that English guest, Levi—”
“Who?”
“Levi? I don’t know his last name, but he has dark hair, and he’s about our age. He’s one of the hotel’s permanent guests. It’s very important that we find him, so can you point us toward his room—”
“I’m sorry,” Freddie interrupts as he swats Jackson’s hand away from his basket of pillow mints. His face flashes with something that almost looks like anger, but it’s gone in a moment. “I think you’re mistaken. There’s no one by that name staying here, and we have no permanent hotel guests.”
