Wait a minute. My mind raced as it replayed everything that had happened in the past few days. The famous smiling faces on the wall inside the door. The strange way Asmodeus spoke of his club. His insistence that I stay away from the bouncers in the back room.

The demons.

I’m looking for a different type of dancer.

Everything suddenly made sense. It had nothing to do with my looks, or at least not completely. He’d turned me away because I was human. He needed a supernatural to dance at his club, which meant every other person I’d met tonight was either a werewolf, a vampire, a fae, or a…demon.

I needed to sit down.

8

“Are you quite alright in there?” Suriel frowned, leaned down, and peered into my eyes. Flecks of light shimmered in his dark irises like a multitude of stars against the night sky.

I steadied myself. “Yep, of course. Why wouldn’t I be? I just found out my new boss is a demon from the actual underworld, and so are all my coworkers.”

“They won’t all be demons,” Gabriel said. “Vampires and fae mostly.”

“Right,” I said in a small voice.

Even though I’d known Serena all my life, I’d never met another supernatural. That I knew of. She’d been such a constant presence in my life that I never even thought of her as a werewolf. She was just Serena. Sure, before she’d learned to control her shifts, I’d had to trap her in a cemetery mausoleum on full moon nights, but eventually, that had felt as normal as a Friday night football game.

I knew she’d made supernatural friends since moving to New York, but she’d never introduced me to them. Sometimes, she even attended werewolf parties. Obviously, I never went. I wasn’t supposed to know they exist, and she’d be in some deep shit if they found out she’d told a human about them.

“Listen,” Gabe said, his smooth voice cutting through my shock. “We have some suspicions about Asmodeus and his club. We think he and his Legion are up to something dangerous in there, and it’s impossible for us to get close enough to figure it out. Fallen angels are not allowed inside his club.”

“You’re human. You have no bond with him,” Suriel added. “We need you to keep an eye on him for us and let us know the second he does anything that seems off to you.”

I swallowed hard. “Did you say legion?”

“There’s only six of them, including Asmodeus himself,” Suriel said dismissively. “I don’t know why he likes to call them his Legion.”

“So, what do you say?” Gabriel asked.