“Good timing,” I told him. He offered a hand, which I reluctantly took. Out of all the supernaturals in the world, why did it have to be this guy?

A smile curled his lips. “You say that like we didn’t plan it this way.”

Shock flickered through me. “Plan it? How?”

He glanced around us. “It’s better if we talk about this somewhere else. Come with me.”

He held out his arms. My brows winged up toward my forehead. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I need to take you somewhere. Flying will be quickest.”

I folded my arms. “Absolutely not. First, flying? No. But also, I barely know you.”

“I just saved your goddamn life, Mia.” He held his arms wider. “Now, stop arguing and hang on.”

All I could do was stare at him. Leaving with a fallen angel who had kind of been stalking me…after everything that had happened? Probably not the best idea. He and his friend had cornered me in the dark streets. They’d been snooping around, trying to pry into Infernal.

They were against the Legion. But then again, maybe they’d had reason to be. Not ten minutes ago, Az had tried to stab me with a sword. None of the Legion had flown in to help when all hell broke loose. They had tricked me and betrayed me.

So, why did I still have any shred of loyalty toward them?

Sighing, I edged in close to Suriel and wrapped my arms around his neck. Gritting my teeth, I hung on while he soared out into the city skies. The world dropped from beneath me as my legs dangled like puppets on a string. His heavy wings blasted hot air into my face as he rushed across Manhattan.

I realized far too late where he was taking me.

Straight back to Infernal.

34

As soon as my boots hit the sidewalk outside the club, I shoved Suriel’s bare chest and stumbled back. “What the hell is this? Why did you bring me here?”

He folded his arms. “There are some pretty anxious demons inside who want to see you.”

I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. “Is this some kind of joke? Az just tried to sacrifice my soul to Lucifer. He came at me with a sword. He was going to kill me, Suriel. I thought you were saving me from him and instead you drop me right into his lap again?”

“He wasn’t going to kill you.” The angel pointed at the back door that led into the bowels of the club. “They’ll explain everything. You’re invited inside. If you don’t want to hear their side of the story, then fine. I’ll take you to your new apartment in Brooklyn.”