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hips, and laughed, shifting into tight jeans and a low-cut top. “I just finished up at a Star Trek convention.” Geeks and social pariahs were Kayce’s favorite targets. “You should have come. There were plenty of good targets there. There’s another one in California next month.”
    I quirked an eyebrow in her direction. “ Star Trek ? No, thanks.”
    â€œOh, come on! You never come out anymore. Not since you took over Drew’s stupid business.”
    I shrugged. “I just want to make sure he has something to come home to.”
    The silence between us crackled in the air. “You really don’t want to help us find him?”
    â€œI want him to come home on his own accord. I’m sure Hell is an awful place to visit—and who knows what he experienced while there.”
    Another pause. “I’ve been hired by Adrienne to find him.”
    â€œLucien told me,” I said. “Why didn’t she hire some angels to get him?”
    â€œOh, she tried. Nobody on her side will help. They adopted the same mind-set as you—that he’ll come home when he’s ready.”
    â€œBut shouldn’t San Michel be able to just sense where he is . . .” The sentence strangled in my throat. I didn’t let myself think of the ArchAngel very often anymore. Hell, he was more than an ArchAngel—he was the boss over all ArchAngels. And the man who made the final call on my banishment from Heaven. “Oh, shit.” The curse was merely a whisper.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œIf Drew was still a Heaven-bound soul, San Michel should be able to sense him wherever he is.”
    â€œDon’t jump to conclusions. You have no idea.... Maybe he just chose not to tell Adrienne.”
    I nodded, but that wobbly feeling in my gut didn’t go away. “Where are you off to now?” Kayce’s eyes flashed with a knowing gaze I had seen all too many times. She was on a job.
    â€œI have a lead—about your bounty.”
    My heart hammered against my ribs. “Who is it? Where?”
    Kayce looked around us—she was smart to do so. Just because we couldn’t sense anyone around didn’t mean prying eyes and sensitive ears couldn’t listen in on what we were saying. The damn supernatural world had hearing better than you could even imagine. “Does your car have enchantments?”
    Faster than she could finish her next thought, I had my little Toyota unlocked and slid into the driver’s side. “Okay, spill. No one can hear us in here.”
    â€œOkay—you know the Suck ’n’ Swallow?”
    â€œIsn’t that one of Mia’s bars?” Our Succubi Queen owned establishments all around the world, though to my knowledge she rarely frequented the notorious succubus haunt herself. It was dank and the perfect spot for demon-folk to let loose.
    â€œExactly,” Kayce said, voice hushed even though we both knew no one could hear a thing we said. “The bartender there, Ink, said he knows most of their clients. But this one demon has been coming the same night every month. She slips into the back and Ink hears someone else teleport in—and then she leaves.”
    â€œBut—you can’t teleport into Suck ’n’ Swallow . . . not unless . . .”
    â€œUnless you work for the higher-ups.” Kayce fell back onto the seat, folding her arms and smiling.
    â€œSo, what? People visit Vegas all the time. What’s the big deal that some random demon has been making an appearance?”
    â€œWell,” Kayce continued, “last time she was there, she left her purse on the counter while Ink made her a drink. He caught a glimpse of the Eden stone inside.”
    I shivered, remembering that damn stone—which could essentially turn a succubus or incubus into a mortal, making them easy to kill. “How does he know about the stone?”
    â€œMon, everyone knows about that stone now.