I almost protested but flying would be faster than driving. Instead, I rattled off the address and closed my eyes as he leapt into the sky.

He flapped his wings harder, then caught a draft and soared. I stared into space, still pissed off about losing the asshole who’d shot up Merrill’s back room last night. I’d given his description to the demons and light fae, along with the human authorities, so I had to believe that someone would recognize him and bring him in soon.

Vas let out a disgusted sound and I frowned at him. He was staring down at the bone bracelet wrapped around my wrist. He wrinkled his nose, his dreamy eyes narrowing.

“You’re still wearing the bracelet from that witch.”

“Her name is Hannah as you well know,” I said primly. “And she said it would protect me.”

“She’s a black witch,” he said patiently. “She’s someone you need protection from.”

I barely suppressed a smile. Vas had been thoroughly creeped out by Hannah. Completely offended by her existence. He sure wasn’t going to like what was in store for him. Hannah was going to get me into that auction, and if Vas was glued to my side, he was going to need to play nice with her as well.

We landed with barely a bump, and Vas put me on my feet. Crystal Clear Cleaning’s headquarters was a large garage attached to a duplex in Albright. The garage door was open, and a woman was sitting at a desk in the corner doing paperwork.

I heroically did not wrinkle my nose at the overwhelming scent of the cleaning products that were stacked throughout the garage.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes.”

Crystal Grant had short brown hair which looked like she’d been running her hands through it. The short cut had the benefit of showing off her impeccable bone structure, and her face was makeup-free. She got to her feet behind her desk.

I’d spent some time online stalking Crystal Clear Cleaning last night. According to my research, Crystal had started her company ten years ago, and had fought hard and long to work for as many paranormals as possible. Not only did her employees clean Mariam’s building, but they also cleaned a variety of dark fae businesses, a werewolf bar, and a small spell store owned by a witch in Brightleaf.

“I need to ask you a few questions.”

“And you are?”

“Danica Amana. This is my… colleague, Vassago.”

Crystal ran her gaze over us, and Vas gave her a charming grin. He was likely appreciating the fact that he hadn’t needed to get in an elevator for this little talk. Strangely, Crystal didn’t look entranced with him.

“You’re the woman bonded to Samael.”