Page 17 of Demon’s Temptation

“We don’t just need fighters, Chaya, we need eyes and ears on the ground floor. Toxic is the kind of place they frequent.”

Chaya knew exactly what Grace was asking.

“Being those eyes and ears, is that something you’re willing to do?”

“Yes,” she said instantly. “I just want to help.”

Grace nodded and stood, grabbed her phone off the desk, and came back to Chay. Grace tapped at the screen and showed Chaya three photos. “These are the demons we’re most interested in. All I need you to do is look out for them. First and foremost, you need to be safe, but if one of them comes in, watch them, who they’re talking to, who they’re with.”

Chaya reached for the phone. “Can I take another look?”

Grace handed it to her. She’d never seen either of the males in the first or second pictures, but the third— “I know him,” she said, holding up the phone to Grace. “His name’s Victor.”

“That’s right,” Grace said, moving closer.

Chaya quickly rummaged around in her purse and found the card he’d given her. “I spoke to him a couple of nights ago when he came in. He gave me this.” Chaya quickly explained what it was for.

Grace’s eyes flashed with excitement. “You game?”

* * *

The elevator opened, and Brent walked out and into the control room of the knights’ compound. He hadn’t been here since he left four years ago. Incubi were one of the rare breeds of demi, for some reason, and the whole process after he’d been found and liberated had been humiliating and time consuming.

So although this was the place where he’d learned to regain his control, it held no happy memories for him.

The door opened and Rocco walked in. The knight grinned. “You’re late.”

“I’m sure you’ve been watching the clock in anticipation,” Brent drawled.

Rocco walked up, took Brent’s outstretched hand, and tugged him in, giving him a rib-rattling back thump. “Brother, good to see you.”

“You, too.”

“Been meaning to come by the club, check it out, but shit’s been…” He paused like he was searching for the right word. He settled on “fucked.”

“So I hear.” Brent followed him through the doors and into the stairwell. “Anything I can do?”

“As soon as we nail down who’s behind it, yeah, possibly. Right now, we’re not entirely sure what we’re dealing with. But I have a feeling things are only going to get worse. Like all-hands-on-deck kind of worse before this shit show is over.”

Brent was surprised to hear this. He’d offered help a lot, but never had one of the knights accepted it, not to that level anyway. He knew things were bad, but he thought they had them somewhat under control.

They reached the landing and Rocco led him to the cafeteria doors. Through them he could hear people talking and the clatter of cutlery.

Rocco turned to him. “Brace, brother. The females got a little excited about this family dinner idea. Eve banned weapons and Meredith went and got one of those cloths for the table.”

“A tablecloth,” Brent said, biting back a grin.

“Yeah, one of those things, and napkins, the kind you don’t throw away,” Roc said, looking genuinely bemused.

“The horror. Real napkins. What in God’s name is she thinking?” Brent said, chuckling because there was no holding it in now.

Rocco scowled at him. “Dick.”

“Just wait until the rest of you find mates. You won’t stand a chance.”

Instead of scowling harder, the male’s face actually lit up. “Yeah, I guess not.” He pushed the door open and Brent followed him in.

Fuck knew what that was about.