Ilyric gestures toward the Second Sector group, Derric and Mallia quickly shuffling toward them.

One lone man stands in the center of the Library now. Tattoos cover the length of his arms and knuckles, a leather biker jacket strewn over his broad shoulders with matching black jeans and a scruffy dark beard. His eyes are dark brown, with a shimmering layer of red, a low-level demon so.

“Listen, I get how it looks.” He gestures to himself. “I’m not exactly your regular patron or what you’d expect to see in this kind of place. I also don't have anyone to vouch for me here. So I get the suspicions. But—”

He turns toward me, eyes more tense and firm as he points a tatted finger behind me.

“As far as I know…they’ve not been accounted for either.” He flicks his finger behind me toward Jace and then Lucien, becoming more agitated as he looks toward them.

“So why are they not standing here and being questioned like me?!” The man's eyes turn blood red, the anger rising in him with his demon slowly reaching the surface.

Cole steps forward, his eyes glowing a silver hue, a demonic dominance pouring from him and toward the man, and with one darkened look, he has the lower demon bowing his head to him. The man takes a shaky step backward, his eyes on the floor as his demon recedes.

Cole gives me a small nod before stepping back again.

Murmurs and whispers echo around the room from the now separated groups, each keeping to their own people. Looks of uncertainty and unease are directed toward the men behind me.

Ilyric clears his throat and begrudgingly steps forward. He glances toward Lucien with a look of annoyance on his face. Lucien’s grin grows while watching him.

“Lucien.” He sighs, pointing toward him.

“He is, unfortunately, a frequent visitor of the Second Sector.” His face holds so much annoyance and irritation from having to defend the supe.

Lucien waves his hand, a mocking regal gesture as he grins.

“A gracious patron for many years now.”

And I have to stifle a laugh at the pure joy in his eyes as he smugly looks toward Ilyric.

“Yes. How lucky we’ve been,” he grits out through a sarcastic smile and heavy roll of his eyes.

Lucien smirks at Ilyric, a taunting gleam twinkling in his black eyes. He seemed to take great pleasure in annoying that Fae and watching him struggle, or maybe that was just people in general.

“Fine. What about the other one?” The lower demon points to Jace, his head still tilted low as he looks toward my shifter.

Jace flinches with the accusation, his eyes widening as all stares turn toward him.

“I’m not a staff member or a regular patron either. It was actually one of my first trips in a Library Sector…well, not including as a kid, school trips and all that.” He gives them a small smile and shrugs, his sociable demeanor shining through.