My hands fisted as I shakily pushed up from the chair. “So, you’re telling me that everyone will go to Hell if Lucifer wins?”

“That’s right.”

“And you’re okay with this?”

“Absolutely not.” She patted my shoulder. “That’s why I work for Az. The Legion do most of the dirty work, but I help out when I can. Fae can do things demons can’t.”

Priyanka’s words stayed with me as I finished getting ready for my shift. Even though I’d discovered supernaturals as a child, I realized now I hadn’t known the half of it. There was so much more to this, and likely loads more that I didn’t yet know. This, the supernatural serial killer, and the sacrificial cult…I really, really needed a vacation. Preferably to a sunny beach where a hot guy would deliver me mimosas at regular intervals.

Unfortunately, I had to go dance in front of a bunch of supernaturals for the next four hours and hope a serial killer didn’t teleport into my oversized birdcage.

“Mia.” Az found me in the hallway just moments before I was due to step onto the club floor. He pulled me away from the other dancers and dropped his lips to my ear. “The vampire in charge of the invitations to the ball has come tonight.”

I stared into his ice-flecked eyes, questions rolling through my head. There was so much I wanted to ask him. The game, the souls, the afterlife. More specifically, just how far along were the Creator and Lucifer on collecting their souls? How soon would the world end? It couldn’t be far off.

Instead, I tried to focus on his words. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “It means I’ve caught their attention. Now, we just need to demonstrate our bond. I need you to step out onto the floor with me and pretend like you adore me.”

“Right. That makes sense.” I cleared my throat and ignored the heat tripping through my veins. This was exactly what we needed. A chance to pretend we had a thing in front of the very person who needed to believe it. Az needed that invite. If he got it, he had a chance at stopping the sacrifices.

“I have a question,” I asked him as he pulled my hand into the crook of his elbow.

“What is it, Mia? We need to hurry before he leaves.”

“The humans who get sacrificed at this ball…where do their souls go?”

“To Lucifer.” He frowned. “They always go to Lucifer. Why?”

Of course they did. It was all starting to make more sense. Lucifer needed souls to win his game, and he would stop at nothing to get them. That meant he was ahead. If he won, the entire world would go to Hell.