“This isn’t her fault,” I said, gritting my teeth. If I dragged Serena into this mess, I’d never forgive myself. “I’ve known about supernaturals most of my life. That’s what you get growing up next door to a werewolf. And no, she didn’t tell me. I found out myself, accidentally.”

We’d been five, playing in the woods behind our houses. It had been summer, and a full moon had glowed in the sky, even before dark. Serena had begun to shift, and she’d had no idea what was happening to her. I’d held onto her the whole time. For hours. Until the sun rose. For years after that, I’d helped her through her shifts. Not once had she ever tried to bite me, even when she lost control.

Az’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch, almost too little to notice. But I’d clocked the surprise. A smug smile lifted the corners of my lips.

“So, this whole time you’ve known I’m a demon? And the others at the club? You knew about them, too?”

“Ah.” I winced. “No. Idiot that I am, it never occurred to me.”

He turned to Serena then. “So, you did tell her what I am.”

“Oh, don’t be a dick,” she countered. “She already knew about supernaturals. I think it’s fair game to tell her at this point, especially since you had her sign a contract without telling her what it meant. That’s not allowed, and you know it, Asmodeus. You have to inform humans that they’re signing a soul contract.”

His expression darkened. “Just because you’re an attorney at Parkins, Weller, and Smith doesn’t mean you can lecture me about contracts.”

I whipped my head back and forth, watching the exchange. What did he mean about Serena’s job and demon contracts? Puzzle pieces began to click together in my mind. Serena had always been incredibly smart and driven, but she’d managed to snag a competitive job at a prestigious law firm in Manhattan at the age of twenty-three. Surely not…

“Serena,” I said slowly. “Do you work for a supernatural law firm?”

She flushed, avoiding my gaze by staring at the soap dispenser by the sink. “I wouldn’t really call it a supernatural law firm. It doesn’t use magic or anything. It’s just…most of our clients are vampires, demons, or fae. Werewolves, too, but mostly the others.”

“And I am a client of the firm,” Az added. “Which means you need to stay out of this. Otherwise, I will have to tell Parkins that you instructed Mia to tear up one of my contracts.”

Serena growled and whipped her head to me. “This guy is a dick.”

“Tell me about it,” I replied.