“We’re angels,” the golden-haired one said, folding his arms over his white, button-up shirt. “Supernaturals exist, particularly in New York City. You’re surrounded by them all the time.”

Gabriel shot his friend a dark look. “Great going, Suriel. We were supposed to ease her into it. Humans freak out when they learn supernaturals are real.” He turned back to me, and the brilliance of his encouraging smile was almost blinding. “It’s alright, Mia. You don’t need to be afraid.”

I wet my lips and took another step back. Truth was, this wasn’t news to me…but I couldn’t tell them that. I’d known for a very long time that vampires and werewolves are real, but supernaturals live by strict laws. The most important one? Never let humans find out anything.

“Oh my god. You’re crazy.” I widened my eyes and pasted shock onto my face. “You must be on drugs or something.”

Gabriel’s smile dropped. “Oh. You already know about us.”

“What? No. I—”

“You’re a terrible actress,” he said, sighing. “Who told you?”

“No one,” I said through gritted teeth. “It’s not particularly difficult to figure out. There’s evidence all over the place if you know what to look out for.”

That last part was true. The evidence was everywhere, but I hadn’t magically deduced the existence of werewolves all by myself. Serena had told me. Because she was one herself.

I’d seen her shift with my own two eyes.

“Don’t harass her, Gabe,” the golden-haired one said, turning to me. “You don’t need to tell us how you found out. That’s not why we’re here.”

“Okay. Then, what do you want?”

“We need to talk to you about the demons you’re associating with. Asmodeus in particular.”

At that, I blinked. Unease burned through my veins like acid, and my mouth went as dry as my bank account. “Wait a minute, did you say demons?”

I was aware of vampires, werewolves, fallen angels, and fae. But surely demons didn’t exist in the real world. If they did, I might have to start screaming. Blood-sucking vampires? That I could take. Human wolf-beasts with fangs and fur? Alright. But horned monsters of the underworld? No, thank you. Serena hadn’t mentioned anything about this.

Suriel’s brows winged upward. “Perhaps she didn’t know about supernaturals, after all.”

“At least not demons,” Gabriel murmured, rubbing his jaw. “So, you don’t know what Asmodeus is? What Infernal is?”

My stomach dropped. “Are you trying to tell me that Infernal isn’t a nightclub?”

“Oh, it’s a nightclub.” Suriel grinned and folded his massive arms. “For supernaturals only.”