“Don’t be dense, we blood share,” she replies and I roll my eyes, wanting to burn the imagery out of my mind. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t enjoy giving Blair my blood. Even though she has no idea that it means that I can always sense her. I’ll tell her, eventually.

“What are you feeling?” I ask Kas.

“He’s weakened for sure. Not dead, well, as dead as a demon can get, anyway.”

We can be sent back to Hell, and our souls can be destroyed there. But here on Earth, there’s not much that can do a lot of damage. Our bodies heal. We can’t be exorcised when you have a corporeal body. There are some dark objects that can send you back to Hell. But they’re hard to come by. Most were confiscated and brought back to Hell a few centuries ago.

“Should we go to the club and see if anyone saw anything?”

Kas nods, gripping my forearm, and we portal back to the club. The event space doesn’t hold the same appeal as it did a few hours ago. Not when I had my cute little witch on my arm, under my palm and on top of my lap. I should let Kas handle this and crawl back into bed with her. I know she’s stressed about everything that happened tonight and it’s my job to take care of her.

The look in Kas’ eyes is deadly though, and I need to make sure she doesn’t do anything crazy. There aren’t as many people in the club as there were earlier. It’s died down. Though the acts happening around us seem more intense than they were earlier in the night. Seems that later in the evening, the more sadistic the club goers get, I think it correlates to how many more vampires are now here.

I scan the dimmed space and see if there’s anyone I know. Luckily, I see Ronan, the Reaper, from earlier. He has a new sub tied up in the same standing position. This dude clearly has a lot of stamina.

“Ronan?”

“What?” he asks before he flogs the tiny blonde in front of us. She whimpers but pushes her ass back to his touch.

“Have you seen Asmodeus?”

“The annoying blonde? I’d whip him into good shape, that one. That boy wouldn’t have such a sharp tongue after I’m done with him.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“The demon that was exorcised portaled out of the room with him.”

“They what?” Kas asks from behind me. I swear I can see steam billowing from her ears.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Ronan responds, flogging the woman again.

“Any idea of the portal location?”

“Looked like a shitty bar,” Ronan replies.

“Eternal,” I say, looking at Kas then back to Ronan. “Thanks for your help, Ronan.”