“You’re all demons. From the underworld, I guess.” I drifted further into the room and shrugged. “I know you make deals for souls, but I don’t know what you do with them. Or what your powers are. Or what a Legion is.”

Caim let out a low whistle and glanced at Az. “Think we should fill her in?”

“Yes,” I said, at the exact time Az said, “No.”

We glared at each other.

“Look,” I said. “You’ve dragged me into this whole thing without my knowledge, and now the serial killer wants me dead, too. He made it clear it has something to do with you, so I think it’s time you explained to me exactly what it is you’ve gotten me into.”

Caim grinned. “I like this one.”

“Me too,” Valac said with a strange, twisted smile. “Most humans go screaming in the other direction.”

“Because you steal souls.”

“No,” the third demon said quietly, still staring down at the table. “We save them.”

Az swore, and Valac dropped his head into his hands.

Caim sucked in a sharp breath and stood. “Honestly, Stolas. Think before you speak. The last thing we need is a human to tell someone what we’re up to in here.”

I blinked. “Wait a minute. You…save souls?”

Caim let out a heavy sigh and shot another glare at Stolas. “We’re trying to help people instead of corrupt them. Lead them away from a path of destruction. Sometimes, that means we end up saving their souls. Other times, just their lives.”

“We shouldn’t be telling her all this,” Az said, voice hard, eyes cold. “If Lucifer finds out what we’re up to, he’ll drag us back to Hell. And I know none of us want that. We can’t help humanity there.”

Um, what?! This was a lot to take in. Numbly, I stumbled forward and sat hard on the only empty chair left. My gaze locked on the table. Not only were these actual, literal demons, but they were somehow working against the King of Hell himself. And I was all mixed up in it.

“Wait a minute,” I said slowly, raising my eyes to Az’s face. “If you’re saving souls, then why did you trap me in a demon contract with you?”

“Because it was the only way to get what I want,” he said with a voice devoid of all emotion. “While we might be doing some good here, I am still very much a demon, Mia McNally. And I will do whatever necessary to get what I want.”

Chills swept down my arms. My voice dropped to a whisper. “What is it that you want?”

“Entry into an exclusive party,” he replied, his gaze locked on mine. Flames of darkness flickered in the depths of his eyes. “Invitations are only extended to supernaturals who have pretty, little human sacrifices on their arms.”