Shaking my head, I yanked open the door. Caim and Stolas both stumbled inside the bathroom, tripping over their feet. I grinned.

“Serves you right,” I said. “For not giving me a little privacy.”

“You were taking forever,” Caim said, trailing after me as I left the bathroom. “What the hell do you girls do in there anyway?”

I shot him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll never know.”

“Stop flirting,” Az growled as he stepped up behind his Legion. He gave Caim a warning glare before whirling on his feet and striding down the hallway toward their meeting office or whatever it was.

We followed. Caim fell into step beside me and dropped his voice low enough that none of the other demons could hear. At least, I hoped they couldn’t. “He gets very jealous when you talk to me.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not jealousy,” I muttered back.

Caim’s brows winged upward. “What else would it be?”

I pressed my lips together. “I don’t know, but it’s definitely not that. He doesn’t like me very much. Living under the same roof is getting a little dicey.”

I didn’t mention the fact we’d shared a bed last night. There was no telling what Caim would think.

“If he didn’t like you very much, you wouldn’t be here, Mia,” Caim said with a brilliant smile. “Trust me, when Az doesn’t like you, you know. He makes it clear.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and he’s made it more than clear.”

“No, darling.” He stopped and gave my shoulder a solid pat. “You’re one of us now. He’s brought you into the circle. If he didn’t like you, you’d be out, and you would never, ever see us again.”

My heart thumped. Surely Caim wasn’t right. Az acted as though he could barely tolerate me most of the time. And I could barely tolerate him. I didn’t want him to like me. It made things a hell of a lot harder. Could we…actually be friends?

No. Absolutely not. There was that whole demon contract thing! He’d hidden the truth from me when I’d signed it. Ugh.

We all gathered in the meeting room. As soon as the door shut, the place transformed into a supernatural detective agency. The curtain came off the wall. The map and its hundred little pins stared at us, reminding us exactly what was at stake.

“All the recent murders happened here.” Phenex stabbed his finger at the corner of the city labeled Hell’s Kitchen. “He knows Mia works and lives here now, too. I doubt he’ll stray far.”