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“Logan. You’re back.” Dolt. Obviously, he was back.
“I think I got everything.” He cocked his head toward the staircase. “C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.” He gave Mace and Crux a wave. “Night, guys. Mace, see you in a couple of hours. And get some rest. Trust me, we don’t want to face Draven tired.”
Mace flipped off Logan, who shook his head and started up the stairs. When Eva offered to take one of the bags, he turned her down and kept climbing, which gave her a great view of his butt. He should always wear those black tactical pants. Although she’d love to see him in jeans too.
And in nothing.
The erotic image stole her breath and her coordination, and she stumbled on the top step. If not for the industrial steel railing, she’d have taken a header right into Logan’s juicy ass.
Then I could bite it.
Did he like being bitten? And why was she thinking this way?
Because you spent the last hour with sex demons.
Right. This entire residence was probably permeated with incubi pheromones, and depending on how many lived here—
A shirtless Seminus demon wearing only a pair of shorts appeared from a hallway at the top of the stairs. She nearly collided with him as he beelined for the balcony landing.
“Excuse me—”
Rade.
Instant, stark fear shot down her spine. She took an involuntary step backward, out of the range of his hands and his mind-fucking weapon.
“You.” She glared at Logan. “He lives here too?”
“Get over it, lady.” Rade rubbed his muscular chest as he sauntered over to a wooden pedestal centered on the balcony overlooking the padded game room where she’d kicked Blade’s and Crux’s asses. “I was just doing my job. Nothing personal.”
“Maybe it wasn’t personal foryou,” she snapped.
“Isn’t that what I just said?” He swiped an ornate jade vase off the pedestal and started down the hall.
“Wait,” Logan called out. “We need to talk.”
Not slowing, Rade swung the vase into the air. “Hit me up in half an hour.”
“I despise him,” she muttered as he disappeared into a room and slammed the door.
Logan stared down the hall after him. “He can’t help how he is.”
“Why? Because he’s a species of demon predisposed to being assholes?”
He chuckled, but an underlying sadness weighed down the amusement. “He was kidnapped as a baby, and when his family got him back, he wasn’t the same. Long story. Let’s just say he’s nothing like his brothers. Which isn’t to say they aren’t assholes. They are. For different reasons.”
“Crux seems sweet,” she said. “Blade is a jerk. How many brothers are there?”
“Crux is the younger brother, one of a set of twins.” Logan glanced down over the railing at the game room. “He just turned twenty-two. Rade and Blade are two of triplets. The other is the CEO of StryTech.”
Whoa. “Stryke?Strykeis their brother?” And Runa’s son.
Holy shit.Seriously, holy shit. Blade and Rade had both reminded her of someone—each other, she realized. And Stryke.
The reclusive trillionaire known around the world asthe demon Steve Jobshad built an empire with his combination of genius and technology—technology that had gifted the world its best defenses against demons. Humans both loved and feared him, and he was largely credited for humanity’s growing tolerance for underworlders. He was the poster boy for the argument that some demons were good. Detractors insisted that his gifts of demon-detecting machines, soul traps, and anti-demon weapons were surely a trick, even as they used and praised the technology.
Hell, The Aegis was one of his biggest customers.
Logan turned away from the iron railing. “Yeah. Good old Stryke.”
