My eyes rolled. I peeled myself away from the side of the building and inched forward, careful to not get flattened by the humans in a hurry. I started to bend down to peer into the window but the car door opened without either of us touching it.

Again. Nifty abilities.

“Get in.” Roth’s voice floated from the shadowy interior.

I hesitated. “How about ‘please’?”

A dark chuckle was my answer. “That word is not in my vocabulary.”

Groaning, I got in and was blasted with cold air. Roth was behind the wheel, dressed in all black and looking very much like anyone would imagine a demon prince would look.

One ring-adorned finger tapped the steering wheel. His rings were sliver and had some kind of markings on them, but I couldn’t make them out.

My gaze drifted over the interior of the car. Even with the tinted windows, I needed my sunglasses but the glare wasn’t as bad as usual. I could see a gold emblem on the steering wheel.

Was this a...Porsche? Good God, why were there so many buttons in a car? “Being a demon must pay well.”

“Being the Crown Prince does.” Roth grinned at me as he eased away from the curb.

“So, what’s Layla doing?”

“Currently marathoning Doctor Who with Cayman,” he answered. “And I want no part of that life.”

A tiny ball of melancholy formed in my chest. Marathoning movies and shows. I used to do that with friends.

I missed Jada.

“Sounds like a good time. What’s your favor?”

“Not into small talk, are you?” The Porsche came to a stop at the light. “Did you tell Zayne you were heading out with me?”

“No.” I laughed. “Doubt he’d be cool with whatever this is.”

“Why? You think he doesn’t trust me?”

I folded my arms and said nothing.

Roth chuckled. “He knows I’m a bad influence.”

“So, your favor is something that’s going to fall under you being a bad influence?”

“Oh, most definitely.” The car started moving again. Outside the windows, the buildings were beige blurs. “I need your help.”

“I figured that much.” I looked over at him.

A faint grin reappeared. “Remember Bambi?”

Immediately, I thought of the Hummer-size snake that had acted like an abandoned puppy in need of cuddling when she’d seen Roth. Familiars often resided as tattoos on the body of the demon that controlled them, but Bambi was now with that damn coven of witches that I hoped soon found themselves unexpectedly in the middle of a bonfire. I nodded. “The giant snake that’s with Faye, the witch.”