“You knocked me out.” Narrowing my eyes, I grabbed the juice and took a sip. Damn, it was good, especially after all the booze I’d consumed last night. The annoying thing about Az was that everything he did was frankly amazing.

“Not exactly,” he said smoothly as he slid his spatula beneath the bacon and deposited it onto a plate. “All I did was make you relax with a small bit of my power. It released some of your anxiety. The exhaustion did everything else.”

Grudgingly, I took the plate. Bacon, toast, and poached eggs, along with a little spinach. The greens stared up at me. I didn’t know what the hell that was there for.

“Something wrong?” he asked as he followed me over to the table with his own plate of food.

“I’m not a big fan of spinach.” I lowered myself into a chair. “But everything else looks delicious. I’m still mad at you for knocking me out, by the way…but thanks for making me breakfast. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t go with pancakes again. We’ve had it…what? Every morning for three weeks?”

“I’ve forgotten to think of you as a human,” he said as he joined me at the table. “We need to look after your health. Protein, carbs, and greens. It’s important for you to get them all. Pancakes don’t have a lot of nutrients.”

I arched my brows. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I’m serious.” Confusion rippled across his face. “You’re mortal. You can subsist on nothing but pancakes every day if you’re a demon, but not if you’re human.”

I decided not to argue. My stomach grumbled, and the bacon smelled like heaven. Who was I to complain about a home-cooked breakfast made from the finest ingredients in all of New York? Not this girl. I gobbled up the entire plate in record time. Even the spinach.

Az didn’t mention anything else about the night before. Neither did I.

After I’d eaten, we both got showered, dressed, and then headed for Brooklyn. My thoughts grew darker as the car rumbled across the bridge. Would Noah be able to tell us anything important? Or would I have to make up some crazy story to explain Serena’s absence? He didn’t know about supernaturals. After our run-in at the coffee shop, would he think I had something to do with her disappearance?

“You seem uneasy,” Az said from where he lounged beside me on the black leather seat.

“Noah isn’t very fond of me,” I said with a frown. “He believes the…you know, stuff.”