“We don’t have a choice,” Caine said. “Rosalind will have to meet the sybil directly to get the oracle.”

“What about Tammi?” Aurora asked. “She could’ve stayed at your house.”

“No way I’m missing a demon sex club,” Tammi said. “This is the only good thing to come out of this shit show.”

Caine wore dark jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt that showed off his athletic physique and his tattoos. Rosalind couldn’t stop her gaze from lingering over his body.

“I’ll make sure nothing happens to them,” he said.

Rosalind stumbled over a stray brick, then righted herself. “I can fight, too. I’ve come prepared with several weapons. It’s almost like no one is impressed that I speared a high demon.”

“You can’t even walk normally,” Aurora pointed out. “The spearing was obviously pure luck.”

“It’s these shoes,” she shot back through gritted teeth. At this point, she was almost hoping things got rowdy so she could demonstrate her real skills—not that she had any desire to run into Bileth again. In fact, a shiver inched up her spine at the thought of him. “Speaking of my amazing skill at spearing demon princes, Bileth won’t be there, will he?”

“No chance,” Caine said. “These types of places, where light and shadow demons mix, are completely forbidden by the gods. A high demon like him can’t know this place even exists, or everyone inside would be cast into the seven hells.”

“If they’re risking that, the cocktails at this place must be amazing,” Tammi said.

“While they go off to find their sybil, I’m going to get you a thyme-tini,” Aurora said. “They are to die for. Not literally.”

“If this place is for all kinds of demons, what sort of demon runs it?” Rosalind asked.

“A valkyrie named Mist,” Caine said. “Try to avoid her. She can be—difficult.”

That was probably an understatement, considering valkyries were ancient demons of war and death. The aristocratic demonesses not only collected souls for the storm god, but they could instill other people with battle-crazed wrath.

Tammi flipped her hair over her shoulder. “How, exactly, does one act like a courtesan?”

Caine walked with his hands in his pockets. “All courtesans have been trained by Arielle, a succubus. She has taught legions of humans over the years, and she’s an expert in seduction.”

“So, we’re supposed to be seductive?” Tammi asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “And, if you can, try to give the impression of underlying desperation and maybe some emotional issues.”

Tammi touched her lips. “Oh, I’ve got all that covered.”

Goose bumps covered Rosalind’s arms, and she hugged herself. “Acting seductive wasn’t exactly part of my training.”

Caine’s eyes trailed over her body. “You’ll be fine. Just—try not to speak.”

“Thanks.”

Aurora took another swig before wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. “And if anyone asks, you two human courtesans belong to us. I’m claiming Tammi, since she’s less stupid than Rosalind.”

Ouch. “There’s that classic vampire charm again,” Rosalind said.