He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my ear. “We’ve made one type of scene, and now we need to make the other. The argument, Mia.”

“Oh,” I said numbly. “Right.”

We’ve made one type of scene…

Now I was just getting whiplash. He’d said one type of scene. So, it had been fake. Or had it? Either he was a really good actor or he didn’t want me to know he’d felt the same thing I had.

“Stop playing with my mind,” I said in a booming voice as my hands found his chest. With narrowed eyes, I shoved him back.

He stumbled away from me with alarm plastered on his handsome face. “Mia, what are you doing?”

“You’re hot and cold.” My eyes narrowed. “One minute, you act like you want to rip my clothes off. The next, you look at me like I’m nothing more than a bug on the bottom of your boot. Make up your mind, Asmodeus. Do you want me or not?”

His eyebrows shot up. “I think I’ve made it clear what I want.”

I fisted my hands and propped them on my hips. “Really? You sure about that? Because from where I’m standing, you don’t even know what the hell is going on yourself. And I’m done with it.”

With a frustrated growl, I whirled away from him and stormed down the hallway, jumping into the elevator as soon as it opened. Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught the shocked faces of the other party attendees. Thankfully, none of them were Serena or Noah. I really didn’t want to have to explain what they’d just seen.

As the doors slid shut, I sagged against the wall and closed my eyes. Truth be told, I didn’t even understand it myself. And I was starting to realize that I was in way over my head.

Like, way over my head.

The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors whirred open. I made my way outside and pulled the cool night air into my lungs. My head began to clear, but only a little. The hardest part of the plan came next. If the killer took the bait, I had to trust that the demons would swoop in from above before he could sink his blade into my neck.

Throwing back my shoulders, I turned left, just like we’d planned. I would follow a prescribed route we’d gone over about five hundred times earlier in the day. Caim, Phenex, and Stolas were hiding on the rooftops above while Bael and Valac lurked in nearby alleys.

I was as safe as I could be. You know, in the “catch a serial killer with a bunch of demons” scheme of things.