“To be honest, I think the only reason he gave me the job is because of this whole fake girlfriend thing. So…extenuating circumstances.”

She closed her eyes. “This really isn’t good. If he wants a human to be his fake girlfriend, there will be a reason for it. And it won’t be a good one. He is a Prince of Hell, Mia. What were you thinking?”

“Well, I didn’t know that until now! I didn’t even know that Princes of Hell were a real thing!” I whisper-shouted the words, though a part of me was worried all those supernaturals out there could hear everything. Did they have enhanced senses? I knew Serena did, but only when she was in her beast form. What about the vampires? Or the fae?

Hell, what about the demons?

“Listen, Mia.” Serena pushed off the wall and took my hands in hers. “You need to get out of this. Now. Before you get hurt. I know you’re worried about being a burden to me, but you’re not. Come back home. I don’t care how long you have to stay. Just get away from Asmodeus.”

“I can’t,” I said, squeezing her hands. “I signed a contract.” Her mouth dropped open, and before she could tell me how stupid I was, I continued. “I had no idea he was a demon when I signed it. He didn’t tell me. I only found out last night.”

“For fuck’s sake.” She took a deep breath, nodded, and then paced across the marbled floor. “Listen, this is what you’re going to do, alright? The contract is binding on your side, but not on his. He can end the deal by ripping up the thing you signed. Convince him that this whole thing has been a terrible mistake. Get him to destroy it as soon as possible. And don’t let him know you know. He’ll never let you go. And the last thing you want in your life is a demon.”

The bathroom door flew open and in strode Az with his wicked smile and shadow-kissed skin. I sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes cut from Serena’s face to mine. How much had he overheard?

“You can’t just waltz into a bathroom when it’s in use,” Serena growled at him with narrowed eyes. “Get out.”

“Neither one of you are using the facilities,” he said smoothly as his gaze latched firmly onto mine. A sizzling heat curled in my gut. “Mia, I need to speak with you alone for a moment.”

“Nope.” Serena folded her arms and shot Az a glare. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

“Serena Mason,” Az said, our eyes still locked. “Werewolf. Youngest attorney at Parkins, Weller, and Smith. Resident of Clinton Hill. Previously Nashville. You do know it is against our laws to inform a human of the existence of supernaturals.”