Lee gestured to Chad, who looked cowed. “Well, get them!” he said, sounding disgusted.

Chad blinked, then strode to David.

“Not him, you idiot!” Lee shouted. “The woman!”

Chad yanked himself to a stop, turned, then reached for me.

Where in hell was Ivy? My demon scar flamed to pleasure, and while it was rather distracting, I nevertheless had no problem jamming the heel of my palm into Chad’s nose, jerking back when the cartilage tore. I hated the feel of breaking noses. It gave me the willies.

Chad cried out in pain, hunching over and holding his blood-soaked hands to his face. I followed him down, giving him an elbow on the back of his neck, which he conveniently put in my reach. In three seconds Chad was down.

Rubbing my elbow, I looked up to find David watching in wide-eyed interest. I was between Lee and the door. Smiling, I tossed the hair that had escaped my bun out of my eyes. Lee was a ley line witch; chances were that he was a coward when it came to physical pain. He wouldn’t jump out that window unless he had to.

Lee thumbed an intercom. “Candice?” His voice was a mix of anger and threat.

Panting, I licked my thumb and pointed to Lee. “David, you might want to leave. This is going to be dicey.”

My good mood grew when Kisten’s voice came out of the speaker along with the pained sounds of a catfight. “Candice is busy, old man.” I recognized the sound of Ivy’s attack, and Kisten made a noise of sympathy. “Sorry, love. You shouldn’t have strayed. Oh, that had to hurt.” Then he was back, his fake accent heavy and amused. “Perhaps I could help you?”

Lee clicked off the intercom. He adjusted his coat, watching me. He looked confident. Not good. “Lee,” I said, “we can do it easy, or hard.”

There was a thumping of feet in the hallway, and I fell back to David when five men came spilling in. Ivy wasn’t with them. Neither were my charms. They did have a lot of guns, though, all pointed at us. Damn.

Lee smiled and came out from behind his desk. “I’m all for easy,” he said, so smug I wanted to slap him.

Chad was starting to move, and Lee nudged him in the ribs. “Get up,” he said. “The Were has a paper in his jacket. Get it.”

Stomach churning, I backed up as Chad staggered to his feet, blood dripping on his cheap suit. “Just give it to him,” I warned when David tensed. “I’ll get it back.”

“No, I don’t think you will,” Lee said as David handed it to Chad and the vamp passed the now blood-smeared paper to Lee. White teeth gleaming, he tossed his hair and smiled. “Sorry to hear about your accident.”

I glanced at David, hearing our coming death in his words.

Lee wiped the blood off on Chad’s coat. Folding it twice, he tucked it in a jacket pocket. Headed for the door, he said casually, “Shoot them. Take out the bullets, then dump them under the ice downriver from the dock. Clean up the room. I’m going out for an early dinner. I’ll be back in two hours. Chad, come with me. We need to talk.”