“Yeah, but…” My gut flipped over. More than once. It felt like it was doing somersaults. “Won’t it make him angry?”

“Probably.”

Sighing, I let out a frustrated growl. “This is so annoying. I didn’t ask those angels to corner me in the street. They’re really fucking creepy.”

“Yes.” He stopped suddenly, frowning. “They are.”

He whistled and called the Legion back to his side. The others slowly fell into place, even Az, as unhappy as he looked about it. Caim clapped his hands and gave them a quick rundown of his newest idea, one I probably would have thought of myself if I hadn’t been so distracted by Az’s stupid lips and stupid scowl.

“The angels could be behind this,” Caim said, glancing at each of the demons in turn. “They’re killing supernaturals, and they’ve targeted several people who were close to us. We’ve been thinking it’s some psychotic supe who’s lost control. But what if that’s not it at all? What if they’re killing anyone playing on Lucifer’s side? They don’t know what we’re doing here. They think we’re loyal to Lucifer. And so Gabe and Suriel show up here and try to get Mia over to their side. She’s human. They want her soul.”

“Hmm.” Az rubbed a hand against his stubbled jaw. “That doesn’t explain why the killer cornered Mia in the alley the other night.”

Stolas frowned. “Mia, did the killer try to talk to you at all? Convince you to leave Infernal?”

“Not really,” I said. “He was pretty intent on the stabby thing.”

“I saw the killer, too,” Az said. “He was masked, but I saw enough to know he wasn’t Gabe or Suriel. Might have been one of the others though. Raphael or Michael. They both like to keep to themselves. I might not have recognized either of them with that mask.”

Phenex clapped his hands. “Oh, I hope it’s the angels. That means we can have a little fun.”

I gave Phenex a blank stare. “You do know this is my life we’re talking about, right?”

But also, why would they have asked me to spy on the demons if they were behind the killings? They’d told me Infernal was a cover for something else, and they’d wanted me to find out what. A sudden dose of realization flooded my veins. Did they think the club was a venue for soul sacrificing? And they wanted me to find out if it was. So they could find a way to stop Az and get ahead in their little soul game.

Caim met my eyes. He clearly thought the same thing I did. But he wouldn’t voice it aloud. He was leaving that up to me.