“And you didn’t think to update your vocabulary during the past few centuries?”

Suriel cocked his head, and a lock of his golden hair tumbled into his eyes. “Why would I?”

“Nevermind.” The fact that I was currently having a conversation in the middle of New York with two centuries-old fallen angels was not the craziest part of my night.

I was the fake girlfriend of a literal demon.

Oh my god. I shuddered as a new thought sprang into my mind like a ninja ready to chop into my brains. Asmodeus had mentioned kissing. I would have to kiss a demon if I wanted to keep my soul. Did he have normal lips? A normal tongue?

An unwelcome thought flashed through my mind. Forget the tongue. Did he have a normal dick? Or did it have a weird spade-shaped end like a demon tail?

More importantly, did he have an actual tail, too? I wondered if Serena knew. I made a mental note to ask her later.

My cheeks burned as I realized I was thinking far too much about Asmodeus’s dick. It wasn’t like I was ever going to see it. He’d made it clear our deal had nothing to do with sex.

He better keep it that way.

“Here’s our contact details.” Gabriel slid a small business card into my hand. It displayed a telephone number in black letters against a white background. Nothing more. “Call us if you see or hear anything suspicious.”

“You really expect me to carry on like nothing has happened,” I whispered to them.

The two angels shrugged in unison.

“You don’t really have another choice, Mia,” Gabriel said with a gentle smile. “Just whatever you do, don’t make him angry. Oh, and take this. You might need it. Just…never let him find out you have it, alright?”

He dropped a gleaming signet ring into my hand. A thin silver chain wound through it. When I took a closer look, I spotted that same emblem engraved into the center of it. The one on the flyer. The one on the door. Infernal’s symbol.

“Great,” I muttered as the angels vanished around the corner. For a moment, all I could do was stare after them, flipping the card over in my trembling fingers. If I were smart, I’d walk straight over to the subway entrance, climb on board the G train, and hightail it to Serena’s apartment.