Az led the way into the small room where his bouncers sat playing cards around the folding table. There were only three of them tonight. Valac, Caim, and a third whose name I didn’t know. His dark hair fell into silver eyes, and a scar ran down the length of his arm. The three of them spun on their chairs as we entered the room.

“Ah.” Caim grinned. “Mia. You’re back. I was afraid we’d scared you off. This place can be a little intense for humaaa….humanitarians. Not that you’re necessarily a humanitarian. You just seem like a nice girl, so maybe you would be one. Shit.”

“No need,” Az said with a tense smile in my direction. “Mia knows about supernaturals. You can drop the act now.”

Caim’s eyebrows winged upward. “Well, this certainly took a turn. I didn’t think you were going to tell her.”

“I didn’t tell her.” He sighed and dropped into one of the open chairs around the table. “She grew up next door to a werewolf.”

“Ah.” Valac nodded as if that made all the sense in the world.

“The killer tried to attack her tonight,” Az said quietly as he palmed the table. “After murdering Willow at the party. I tried to save her. It was too late.”

The third demon paled, and his hands clenched around the cards. “The dancer who started working here last week? That’s two in a row. First, Allison. Now, Willow.”

Oh. So, that was why the other dancers had paled at the mention of Allison. The serial killer had gotten to her, too.

Az’s hands fisted. “He’s targeting people close to me. The closer we get to catching him, the bolder he gets. If I hadn’t heard Mia scream, she would have died tonight.”

Valac and Caim both turned to stare at me. I gave them a weak smile. “It’s true. The guy backed me into an alley and—”

“Why exactly were you wandering around in alleys, Mia?” Az suddenly asked, whirling toward me, as if it had just occurred to him. “Why weren’t you at the party? Why did you run off?”

“Um, it’s complicated,” I tried.

“Explain.” His eyes flashed.

I glanced from his face to the others. They were all looking at me with expectant curiosity. It reminded me of the looks I’d seen from the neighbors, from my old classmates, from random people in Walmart. It made me want to crawl under the table and hide.

“Later,” I said, clearing my throat. “When we don’t have such a rapt audience.”

Caim’s brows arched.

Az folded his arms and leaned back into the chair. “Absolutely not. This is my Legion. Everything I know, they know.”

“Yeah, about this whole Legion thing, I don’t really know what that means.”

Valac frowned. “How much do you know?”