Az and I drifted through the crowd. He introduced me to several businessmen before falling into some boring conversation about stock markets and real estate prices. I found my attention drifting away, even though the only reason I was here was to hang off his arm like some kind of human trophy.

The party was packed, and the crowd was more varied than I would have guessed. Suited men lounged on a sofa along with a crowd that had more holes in their jeans than stars in the sky. My gaze snagged on a familiar dark-haired beauty. Her eyes caught on me at the same time.

Serena jumped up from the sofa and rushed across the floor, her flowing crimson gown whipping around her feet. She grabbed my arm when she reached me, her fingernails digging into my skin. “Mia, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Not here,” I mouthed to her.

She gave me a grim nod and dragged me away from Az, who barely seemed to register I’d vanished from his side. Serena led me off the rooftop and into the quieter space inside, down a long hallway, and into a restroom that was more like a lounge than anything. Everything was cast in shades of gold, including the toilet.

Serena threw the lock shut and then folded her arms over her slinky red gown. “Mia. Why are you at a party that’s for supernaturals only?”

I winced. “Well, you aren’t going to believe this, but my new boss brought me with him. Guess what he is. A demon.”

“Wait a minute.” Her eyes widened. “The guy you were standing next to out there. He’s your fake boyfriend?”

“Boss.” I flushed. “And yes, fake boyfriend, too. But mostly boss.”

“I need to sit down.” Serena leaned against the wall and clung onto the hand dryer. “That’s Asmodeus, a fucking Prince of Hell.”

I blinked. “Say what now?”

“He’s not just a demon, Mia,” she whispered with wide eyes. “He’s one of the Princes. He’s like second or third in line. The one who will take over if Lucifer is ever destroyed. Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

“Sure. Yeah. I totally knew all that.” I found my own wall to lean against and desperately tried to calm my heart before it exploded out of my chest. This couldn’t be happening.

“So, wait a minute,” she said softly. “When you said you auditioned to dance for a club in Hell’s Kitchen, you meant Infernal?”

“Of course I did. I told you all about it,” I whispered. “You knew about Infernal all this time? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t tell me the name of the club,” she hissed back. “And I never imagined that was where you went. They don’t let humans in there to party. Let alone work for them!”