He dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and vanished.

I glanced around, worried someone had seen us, but we’d walked far from the partiers. I stamped out the cigarette, turned, and headed back in the direction of all the nightlife to go find some guys I’d noticed checking me out. A night with drunken men might still leave me feeling hollow, but at least their motives were easier to understand than angels’.

Chapter 9

I was starting to envy the teleportation that higher immortals used. I’d always complained about it in the past (it tended to be a bit disorienting), but suddenly, a spot of dizziness seemed trivial compared to doing the Vancouver-Seattle drive yet again. Annoying or not, I was anxious to talk to Jerome, so as soon as Cedric gave me leave to go home the next day, I hit the road back to the States.

Isabelle had seemed convincing enough in denying her role in the Army’s shenanigans, and both Carter and Cedric seemed certain she wasn’t involved either. I couldn’t dismiss any leads here, however, not when my permanent return to Seattle was on the line and certainly not when someone was actually messing with Seattle itself. Isabelle might truly be innocent, but I wasn’t going to shut the door on this until I’d run it by Jerome.

“It seems like you’re here more than you are there,” noted Hugh when I called to tell him I was back in town. “Doesn’t really seem like you’re being punished all that much.”

“Punishment’s subjective. Do you know where Jerome’s at?”

“Last I knew, he was meeting someone.”

“The Cellar?”

“Mmm, no . . . that new bar in Capitol Hill. Clement’s.”

“Is he going to be mad if I show up while he’s at a lunch meeting?”

“If he doesn’t want to be interrupted, you won’t be able to find him.”

Fair point. Without going home, I drove straight to Capitol Hill, finding street parking that wasn’t actually too far from Cody and Peter’s apartment. Clement’s was a new place that had gone in recently, a bit sleeker and trendier than the Cellar, which was a divey haunt in Pioneer Square we immortals often frequented. Clement’s had the same upscale feel and designer drink menu that Mark’s had had, and I had a hard time convincing myself that a drink probably wasn’t the best idea while I was here in the midst of demonic business.

I spotted Jerome right away. He was at a back table, facing the doorway. His eyes met mine as I approached, my signature declaring my presence, just as his came through to me. Only, his wasn’t the only immortal aura there. I recognized the bearer’s identity before the woman seated across from him even turned around.

Nanette.

I came to a stop by their table, speechless more from surprise than fear. Jerome and Nanette together? When had this come about? There was a sly smile on her face, like she was in on some joke the rest of us weren’t. She had on another cute sundress, lavender silk that looked great with her blond hair, though the spring weather didn’t quite seem warm enough for it yet. Of course, when you were a demon, I supposed the fires of Hell kept you warm.