I hesitated. The truth was, just before we’d parted, Seth had said he’d look with me and that he’d bring Kayla. The afterglow could be very persuasive. Still, I’d had to do a lot of convincing that she’d be safe, and honestly, I hoped I was right.

“I roped some other people into it,” I said. “We should be fine.”

I feared he’d question me further, particularly about whether I had a psychic to go with me or not. Mercifully, he let it go. I honestly didn’t think he wanted to wander beaches and was grateful for the reprieve.

When we went to bed later, there was no way I could put his arduous advances off any longer, not without raising suspicion. I’d made a good recovery and no longer had my back excuse. Yet . . . something was nagging at me. Dante himself had been the one to first joke about whether I could get pregnant in my pseudo-human state. I still didn’t know if that was possible, and even if it was, would it matter if I returned to my immortal state in a few days? I had no clue how any of this would work, but Seth and I hadn’t used protection. And suddenly, I realized that if there were any chance in the world that I could get pregnant—if Nyx’s vision might really come true—I didn’t want to chance a paternity dispute.

So, I turned on the charm for Dante and went down on him again, something he didn’t really seem to mind. He tried to get me off in return, but it was to no avail. After being with Seth, I had zero desire of my own and found I couldn’t come. And so, for the first time with Dante, I faked it. I was a pretty good faker. He never suspected.

He slept late the next morning, so I slipped out early without waking him. Seth and I were meeting over at a restaurant in Bellevue, hopefully far enough away from anyone we knew to see us. While walking to my car, I felt someone fall into step beside me.

“So, I hear you’re spreading stories about me,” Cedric said amiably.

Startled, I glanced over at him, unease spreading through me. Cedric was my suspect du jour, and I’d already seen one demon’s reaction to my theories. Of course, he didn’t look particularly destructive at the moment, and there was also the fact that I had yet to tell anyone my latest theories about him implicating Nanette.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Kristin said you said that I told Nanette how you thought she might have summoned Jerome.” He paused as though trying to make sense of that. “For the record, I didn’t.”

I nearly stopped walking. “Then who did?”