When we stepped into his penthouse, tension punctuated the silence, so thick it was impossible not to notice. I felt it, anyway. I wasn’t sure about Az. For the past several hours, after finding out the real truth about who he was and what he was doing in Manhattan, I couldn’t help but see him in a new light.

A demon, trying to make his mark on the world. In a good way. It boggled the mind. It also made him a tiny bit less of an asshole than I’d originally thought. Not that I would ever in a million years admit that to him.

Yeah, I’d keep that thought to myself.

Despite all his attempted good, he’d still trapped me in a demon deal without telling me what it was. For that, I would never forgive him.

“Today has been a long-ass day.” I sighed as I trailed through the darkened penthouse. This was the first time we’d been truly alone since I’d discovered Az was a Prince of Hell—and some kind of vigilante demon revolting against Lucifer himself. Logically, I should be pretty freaked out about the whole thing. Instead, my bones wanted to crawl into bed and sleep.

“Yes, and we need to have a serious talk.” He slid a key into his room’s lock and twisted it to the side. Before he whispered inside, he cast me a quick glance. “Did you bring a swimsuit?”

I blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

“A swimsuit. I need to wind down after what happened tonight.” A darkness churned in his eyes. “We lost someone, and the killer is still out there. I’m going to take a dip in the hot tub, and I need you to join me so we can discuss a few things. Did you bring a swimsuit?”

“The hot tu—” I flushed. “No. I didn’t pack a swimsuit for my stay in a million-dollar penthouse as a demon’s fake girlfriend.”

He didn’t even quirk a lip at that. Tonight really had gotten to him.

“Fine. Give me ten minutes. You can perch on the edge in your clothes if you want, but you’re welcome to join me. A bra and panties is close enough to a swimsuit anyway.” He vanished into his room and shut the door.

I swallowed hard as I stared after him. “No, it’s not.”

I mean, it really wasn’t. There was something so much more…intimate about underwear. Still, a soak in a hot tub sounded like a hell of a good idea. Soothing, warm, relaxing. My pent-up nerves were about to pop right out of my skin, and if I went to bed now, I’d just stare wide-eyed out the window until the sun came up.