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minute. If more like Mason were on this plane, it could mean the end of all of them. “How do you know more demons are coming?”
    “She’s fae,” Mason said.
    “She’s what?” Fae? How were the fae involved? They’d gone to their own plane years ago, Mason had said.
    The phone rang in Mason’s pocket. He pulled out the phone and looked at it before pushing the button.
    “Danika, what’s the matter, my love?” Mason continued to look at Neeman. “No, I just ran out to see Neeman, to explain why we weren’t able to meet with him earlier… Yes, I could have just called him, but you were resting and I wanted to get some fresh air anyway… Yes, I’m on my way, I’ll be back shortly… You, too.” He ended the call. “I have to go. Neeman, walk me out so I can let you know what’s going on.”
    “What about me?” Selene thrust her hand on her hip.
    Mason looked back at her. “I told you. You need to stay here. It’s only for a little while. I’ll come as soon as I can. Believe me, there is no one else I’d entrust your safety to other than Neeman. He’s the most honorable man I know.”
    Mason’s words were a compliment of the highest degree. And despite Neeman’s reluctance to keep Selene in such a confined space, and so close, he wouldn’t be able to deny Mason.
    “Besides, without your amulet, you need to stay inside.” Mason gave Neeman a knowing look.
    Selene’s gaze burned into Neeman, making his gut twist. He snapped his gum.
    “All right. But I refuse to be a prisoner here. I won’t be locked in like an animal.”
    “But you won’t leave,” Mason said. It wasn’t a question.
    There could be only one reason Mason had sway over her so completely.
    “I won’t leave.” She looked at Neeman again. “You have my word.”
    Mason turned to him. “Is it all right if she stays?”
    “As long as she doesn’t disrupt our routine and she stays away from my men.”
    “No worries there.” She rolled her eyes.
    Neeman’s reasons for wanting her to stay away from his men weren’t purely for her safety. He didn’t need a riot on his hands when his men smelled her.
    “She can stay. But she has to help out.”
    “In what way?” Selene pursed her lips.
    “Do you cook?” Neeman smirked.
    Her mouth gaped open. “No!”
    “Do you file paperwork?”
    “Do I look like a secretary?” She glared at him.
    “Well then I guess you can clean.”
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    Selene had never been so humiliated in her life. Even as an outcast in the fae world she’d never been degraded to scrubbing toilets. She swished a brush around the bowl, giving as much effort to cleaning it as she was to twirling her fingers through her hair.
    Why had Mason left her here? Why hadn’t he just explained who she was and taken her with him? All these years, she’d missed him more than anything. More than milkshakes, more than burgers, even more than Oreos. No one knew her the way he did.
    Instead, she was reduced to scrubbing a bowl that was already as sanitary as the plates they ate off. She flushed down the bleach and blue water, tapped the wet brush on the side of the bowl, and stuck it in the bucket of cleaning supplies Neeman had brought her that evening.
    Selene growled at the thought of him. All of her memories had returned from the previous evening. A good day’s rest and a hearty meal had been just what her mind needed to recover and what her spirit needed to recharge her magical stores.
    In the club she’d been sure she’d felt Neeman’s desire as she pressed up against him, but he’d shown no more interest in her in the past eighteen hours than she had to the old man whose money she’d stolen. Even so, something about him attracted her. Maybe it was his tight, hard body, so different from the fae males. Maybe it was his icy stare, which seemed to look right through her.
    Most likely was the fact she hadn’t been with a real male since she’d left America after the outbreak. Not that she