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against me, then glares and mutters, “Go suck angel face.” He spins on his heel and storms out of Ricco’s, leaving the faintest hint of rotten eggs in his wake.
    I look up as I push the table away from me and see all four of the girls in the next booth scamper away. And when I glance at the counter, Ricco, Dana, and Delanie are gaping, openmouthed.
    Ricco seems genuinely shocked and a little scared. I’m sure I detect a shake in his small frame as he hovers protectively over his cash register. But there’s no suggestion of recognition or understanding in his dark eyes. I don’t even think he knows demons exist. So, apparently, the demon half of his parenting team didn’t hang around. Not surprising. Demons aren’t big on the whole nurturing concept.
    My gaze shifts to Frannie as she runs across the room toward me.
    â€œIt’s fine, Frannie.”
    â€œWhat did he want?”
    â€œRhenorian is head of Security. He’s been sent to bring me back. But it seems he wasn’t filled in on the details of what that would entail.” I look her in the eye. “And I don’t think he even knows you exist, so we’re okay.”
    She leans closer, panic still clear on her face. “We’re okay ? We are so not okay! He can’t have you.”
    â€œHe can’t take me as long as I’m tagged for Heaven,” I reassure her.
    I consider that while Frannie stares at me. It makes sense that King Lucifer would come after His pound of flesh, I suppose. That would explain why Rhenorian came up to me and didn’t even seem to notice Frannie, but…
    â€œWhy would Lucifer send Rhenorian after me and not tell him I was human?” I wonder out loud. “Unless…”
    And then it hits me: He might not know. My boss, Beherit, was the only one who knew what I was. The only one who witnessed my humanity. If he didn’t tell for some reason…
    But He’ll know now. Rhenorian will report back. Then what?
    The door swings open again, and every head snaps around to see who it is. When Frannie’s grandpa steps through, everyone breathes a collective sigh.
    Grandpa walks up to our table. Picking up on the tension in the room, his brow knits. “What’d I miss?”
    Frannie shoots me a warning glance as her grandpa slides into the booth across from me. He knows what I am…or was. We told him because we needed his help. But he doesn’t know how immediate the danger to his granddaughter is. The fact that Rhenorian was here for me, not her, would do little to assuage his concern.
    She pastes on a big smile that shines like cubic zirconia.
    â€œNothing, Grandpa,” she says, dropping my plate on the table in front of me. “What can I get you? The usual?”
    His expression is guarded. “That’ll work.” When Frannie heads to the kitchen with his order, he glowers at me. “What’s goin’ on?”
    â€œNothing, really.”
    â€œThat demon bullshit might work on Frannie’s parents, but I know a load of crap when I see it.”
    I draw a deep sigh, and my eyes wander to Frannie, at the soda tap. “It seems that Hell’s not thrilled about my defection.”
    His glower becomes a full on glare. “If you’re puttin’ Frannie in danger by bein’ here—”
    â€œThen I would leave,” I finish for him.
    He glares a moment longer, then pushes deeper into the booth. “Ya said before that it was Frannie that changed ya.” I can see the question perched on his lips, the concern in his eyes.
    My gaze drops to my hand and I spin my plate on the table. “I don’t know how it works,” I say in an attempt to preempt his question with a half answer.
    â€œBut you said that however she did it, it’s why Hell wants her.”
    I raise my eyes, but not my head. “Yes.”
    â€œSo, what are we gonna do to keep them from gettin’