“This is his car,” Vas told me, looking mighty pleased with himself.

I gaped at him. “How do you know that?”

He held up a keyring with an obnoxiously large logo on it. “Picked his pocket. He’ll be coming this way.”

“Maybe I’ll keep you around after all.”

Vas lifted his lip at me and I grinned. We leaned against the concrete wall of a thrift store where we’d be in the shadows. Hopefully, between the shadows and the remnants of the spell, Clint wouldn’t see us waiting for him.

Within a few minutes, the clomping sound of his footsteps reached us. Well, they reached Vas far before me and he shot me a warning look, his superior hearing tipping him off.

We crouched and waited. Clint was muttering to himself, and once he was within a few feet of his car, he slid his hand into his pocket, clearly looking for his keys.

“Fuck.”

He turned to stalk back toward the auction, and I leapt at him, taking him down to the ground. The box with the bracelet clattered onto the pavement and Clint’s eyes went wide. Then he had a knife in his hand.

I hadn’t seen him pull it. This guy was an idiot for walking to his car with a priceless bracelet in his hand, but he was an armed idiot.

“Uh-uh,” Vas said, crouching next to me. Thanks to the way we’d rolled, I was straddling Clint, and Vas shot me an amused look as he pulled the knife from his hand. “Naughty naughty,” he said.

“Demon,” Clint stated the obvious. He opened his mouth to scream, and I slapped my hand over it. Within a minute, we had him gagged, tied, and in the trunk of his car. The Bugatti didn’t exactly have much trunk space, and Clint looked miserable.

Served him right.

Vas handed me the guy’s wallet after taking a good look at his drivers’ license.

“You want to drive, or shall I?”

Vas slid me a look. I shrugged. “You found the car.”

He didn’t argue. He settled himself into the car, cursing as his wings clearly impeded his movement. I held back a smile at the put-upon look on his face.

It was clearly worth it for him, because when the car let out a low rumble he grinned like he’d won a prize.

“You could afford a garage of these,” I said. “Why don’t you buy one?”

He shook his head as he pulled out, heading back toward the tower. “Too uncomfortable to be in a confined space like this for long. But for a few minutes… worth it. I wish we could open her up.”