But we pasted bright smiles on our faces and gave the requisite hugs.
“What are you guys up to?” she asked.
“Crim major,” Leo said.
“Got some things on the go,” I replied.
That earned me a pity smile. “That’s great.”
I nodded gamely. “What about you?”
“I’m dancing with Ballet BC now!”
My smile wavered. Bailey was a bunhead and as determined to make it with her dance career as I’d been. “I’m happy for you.” I wasn’t petty enough to be catty since it was ballet. Had she been a tapper, shanking may have been involved.
Leo shot me a sideways glance before asking, “Still dating Suki?”
A brilliant smile lit up Bailey’s face. She thrust out her hand. “Engaged!”
Leo squinted at the small diamond. “Hmm. Princess cut, nice girth. I grade–”
“H grade,” Bailey corrected.
Leo shot her an appraising look. “Half carat. Payment plan?”
Bailey blinked. I could have enlightened her about the whole goblin thing and their gem fetish, but it was just clicking for me why Leo had always made us swing by the jewelry stores at the mall when we were teens to check out the most jewel-encrusted old lady designs.
“Um, cash,” Bailey said. “Those interest charges will sneak up on you.”
“Find you in a dark alley and try to break your kneecaps,” Leo said, nodding sagely.
Bailey’s mouth fell open in a horrified “O.”
I cut in, leaning my elbow on Leo’s shoulder. She tried to jostle me off, but at five-foot-two, her shoulders were perfect resting height, and there my elbow remained. “You picked a winner, Bailey,” I said. “We’re happy for you.”
The hostess motioned to us that our table was ready, so we said our good-byes.
“You think her and Suki have figured out how to make out like normal people yet?” I asked, sliding into the booth across from Leo.
Leo put in her drink order then leaned toward my face in slow motion, her mouth open wide. “Kiss me,” she said in a weird distorted voice.
“Yeah, baby,” I answered, equally slowly and messed up. Our mouths came closer and we snapped our teeth at each other a few times. Then my anger trumped our jokey solidarity and I dropped the mocking impression, sitting back with a rigid spine.
That set Leo off. “‘We’re happy for you.’ Gawd, you are Rasha. Earnest bitch.”
I slapped my menu down on the green and white marbled arborite tabletop. “All right. You’ve got one chance to stop me from dusting you after I eat. Asmodeus, what do you know?” I figured the Rasha code of silence didn’t apply to demons. Well, not this one.
“Not much beyond he’s big time.” Leo didn’t look up from her menu, but she also didn’t scratch the inside of her right wrist so she was telling the truth.
“Can you get a message to him?”
The waitress arrived with Leo’s Coke and my water, asking for our orders–pulled pork poutine for me because, bad Jew, and a mushroom burger that I know Leo got so that I wouldn’t want a bite. Fungus was a medical condition to clear up with ointment, not food.
Leo took a dainty sip of her Coke. “Are you going to apologize?”
“Why? So you can and it’s all better? It doesn’t work that way,” I said. “You came into my life, into Ari’s life with the intent to cause harm. It’s an unforgivable offense. Plus, you know. Demon. Which, what? Are you glamoured up right now?”
Leo violently crunched a piece of ice. “I’m a half-goblin. From the French fling that led to my existence. Mom still doesn’t know and I don’t have another form I revert to. So no. No glamour required.”
“You’re a PD?”
“Yeah, I’m Pissed. Definitely.” Leo ripped off a chunk of her burger. “Screw you. I’m not practice.”
My best friend from high school was a halfie, a practice demon, though the moment I’d seen Leo’s expression, I’d regretted saying it. “I’m sorry about that but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a goblin.”
“You’re a lot of things, Nava,” she said, “but I never thought you were prejudiced.”
“I’m Rasha. You’re evil spawn. It’s natural order, not racism.” I traced a line through the condensation in my water glass with intense fascination.
“Good luck navigating the demon world with that attitude.”
“What’s there to navigate?” I toyed with the salt shaker, tilting the salt back and forth between my hands. “Kill. That’s it. It’s pretty black and white.”
Leo plucked the shaker out of my hands, dumped some salt in her palm, and licked it. “Nice try. Also, you’re wrong. It’s all shades of gray. That’s your problem, Nee. You’ve never seen that. None of the Rasha do.”
I slammed my hand against the table. “You lost all rights to that nickname.”
She held up her hands, more warding me off than calming me.
The waitress deposited our food without picking up on the tension.
We ate in silence for a bit.
I stirred a fry around in the gravy. “What do you mean that none of the Rasha see the gray? Is that relevant to Asmodeus?”
“Could be. Even a villain is a hero in his own story.” Leo pulled the pickle off her burger, popping it in her mouth.
I balled up my napkin, frustrated with the lack of concrete information. “The why doesn’t matter. Just the what. So tell me, bestie, what’s Asmodeus up to?”
Leo gave good glare. “It’s not like there’s a newsletter where the members list their current nefarious plots.”
“So much for your stealthy P.I. skills.” There was more bite in my voice than I’d intended.
Leonie hit the ketchup bottle with a hard thwack. “Back off. It pays my bills and tuition. Not all of us have Mommy and Daddy footing the bill for our prolonged adolescence.”
“If I was still dancing, my scholarship would have taken care of it.”
“Nee-Nava, come on. I’m sorry.” She raked her hands through her bone-straight hair. “That was super bitchy. You’re just not giving me a break here.”
“Why should I?” Aside from the fact that I miss you.
“Because I didn’t infiltrate your family, okay?” Her cheeks flushed as red as her hair. “Yeah, I did use you for Ari. I was massively in love with him.”
“With all the sweet longing that only a thirteen-year-old can have,” I mocked. I’d had no clue. That rankled too. “Get a message to Asmodeus. Tell him I’m the one he’s looking for and that he can find me at the chapter house. Can you do that?” I wished I could let go of my resentment and just trust her again. Have us pick up where we left off like nothing had changed between us.
But everything had, and given the equal parts anger and hurt in her voice when she snapped, “Enable your death wish, Rasha? Why, I’d like nothing better.” Leo wasn’t ready to let bygones be bygones either. “Are you sure about this?” she asked a few minutes later.
I speared a cheese curd. “Do you want to be friends with me again?”
She grimaced and took a big bite of mushroom burger, glowering at me until she swallowed. “No, but still. Asmodeus is bad news. And when you upset a demon–”
“Bad things happen, yada yada.” I made a talking mouth noise with my hand. “Believe me, I’ve gotten the spiel.”
Just to be certain, Leo went into graphic detail about what he might do to me in payback, using two forks, half a hamburger bun, and the desecration of my poutine to illustrate. “You still want me to pass on this message?”
“No, but yes. It’s Ari.”
She sighed. “It’s Ari.”
“And speaking of my darling twin, if you want back in my good graces, you’ll also let me read your teen diary.”
Leo had been a freak about me never even touching the glittery thing.
She gave this incredibly demony half-growl. Amazing I’d never figured it out before. Then she sighed. “If I bring it over, are
we friends again?” She said it like she didn’t care, but she was leaving gouges in her remaining burger.
Even if it was Leo and me, it was still demon and Rasha. Talk about complicated. Rohan would never agree to help me with Ari if he found out. Being considered a demon-lover wasn’t going to win me any friends–of the human or devil spawn variety. In fact, I’d probably just signed my own death warrant with the Brotherhood.
I snagged one of her fries since she’d rendered my poutine inedible. “Dummy. Your diary better be PG where my brother is concerned.”
“Please. I know what you consider PG. I read your fanfic.” She handed me the vinegar before I could ask for it.
I grinned for the first time since I’d found her again, remembering the whopper of a bombshell I had yet to drop on her about the inclusion of a certain Rohan Mitra in my life.
Leo narrowed her eyes at me. “I know that look. It preceded my broken arm, three double dates I’d pay to have surgically removed from my memories, and a ride home in a cop car. Forget it. I want an annulment.”
I blew her a kiss. “Too late, baby. We’re friends.” Or would be eventually, I hoped.
I had a lot to think about on my drive home after I dropped Leo off at her apartment. Yes, I’d nearly killed our friendship when I’d been at my lowest, but that had been my screw up. The universe had given me a second chance and no matter how hard repairing it would be, I’d regret it forever if I didn’t try.
However, it would take some massive finagling to keep Demon Club from finding out about her. I could threaten to kill Leo but no one else could. Xiaoli had known about her for sure, but I doubted any of the new guys did, since they’d have confronted her already if they had. That left Kane. I’d have to find out what he knew.
I floored the gas pedal to catch a yellow light.
These past few days had been a trip, and not a particularly pleasurable one. Would they have treated Ari the same way had our positions been reversed? No, I’d be willing to bet good money that had some dude suddenly found himself one of the Fallen Angels, he’d have been welcomed with open arms. Also hookers, blow, and a giant circle jerk. Not patted on the head, and placed under armed guard, while his fate was decided upon.
My near heart attack today had proven one thing to me. At the end of the day, the only one who could save me was me. So I’d play their games. I’d train. I’d fight. I’d study. I may have been a fuck up but I was also a survivor. Whether the Brotherhood liked it or not, I was going to survive them too.
And get my twin fighting beside me where he belonged. That idea just got cooler and cooler.
The car in front of me braked, so I did too, caught in a momentary snarl of traffic headed into downtown to party, the other cars filled with laughing people enjoying life. Good attitude.
With both demons and certain Rasha gunning for me, who knew what tomorrow held? This was my life and, ultimately, I was the one who had to figure out how to live–and live with–this new version of it.
So when Rohan ambushed me at the curb after I’d parked, planning to menace me into submission or apology or something, all I did was grin at him. My talk with Leo hadn’t been all Asmodeus-focused. I’d also gotten a tidbit of Samson info from her since I needed something to show for my excursion. Telling Rohan that I’d outed myself to Asmodeus was not going to happen. I’d mention it after the demon was dead.
While Leo hadn’t been able to tell me what type of demon Samson was or even that there was any actual confirmation of his evil status since he was that sneaky, she did tell me that she’d heard he had spent time in France. I passed the information on now.
Given how Rohan flattened his lips, he didn’t expect that. His expression as I told him what I learned was priceless, cycling through suspicion, disbelief, a momentary flash of impressed approval–which I savored–before veering back to suspicion.
“Let me get this straight,” he said. “You managed to find a demon informant who happened to have this knowledge and was willing to give it to you, when Xiaoli could get nothing?”
I nodded.
“You got the intel how?” He smirked at me.
“Not like that, you pig.”
“I want to talk to him.”
“No!”
“No?” Rohan’s voice was a deadly calm. He braced his hand against the car roof, trapping me.
Oy vey. I was walking a serious subordination line here but I couldn’t let him get to Leo. “This informant could prove a valuable resource. He trusts me. You guys go storming in and scare him and that’ll be the end of it. It can’t hurt to check out what I’ve said. If it turns out to be a crock of shit, then we know not to trust the goblin.”
I crossed my fingers behind my back, keeping my gaze steady until he gave a sharp nod. “I had one other thought,” I said.
“Give me a minute to brace myself.”
“Since Mommy and Daddy demon probably didn’t name their bundle of joy Samson, there has to be a reason he chose it. Does the obvious biblical connection get us anywhere?”
Rohan raised an eyebrow. “Us? Did I miss the memo where you were assigned to this mission?”
“Wouldn’t you rather have me occupied in a productive manner?”
He looked doubtful at that, but answered me. “We checked out that possibility ages ago. Nothing correlates. But you’re thinking along the right lines,” he added begrudgingly. “However, you’re done fact-finding for tonight. Fact-finding entirely where Samson is concerned. He’s dangerous and I don’t want him getting even an inkling that you’re looking into him.”
“Aw. You care.” I ducked out from under his arm.
“Yeah. About you blowing all my hard work. Got it?”
“Got it.” I headed up the front walk. “See? Going upstairs now.”
He stood there, watching me. “No more sneaking out.”
“Promise.”
I’d tested my limits with Rohan and thus the Brotherhood. Any more unauthorized dealings on my part would undermine my plan and possibly lead to my “retirement” by Demon Club. No, I was smart enough to quit while I was ahead.
There would be no more sneaking out tonight.
This time, when I left the house again about twenty minutes later, I did it pretty blatantly. No way was I jumping out windows in my black three-inch stilettos with the hot pink soles–my one pop of color, save for my equally hot pink lips. Despite the warm weather we’d been having, this early in March it was still a bit too cold to go jacketless, but a coat would have ruined my overall effect and besides, the peaked nipple look really accessorized the outfit.
I sashayed down my front stairs, making a silent bet as to whether I’d make it to the taxi idling at the curb before Rohan found me or if I’d have to go find him first.
His hand clamped on mine before I was halfway down the walk, spinning me around. “Where do you think you’re–”
He choked like he’d swallowed his tongue. Highly gratifying.
I pinched his cheek like a maiden aunt. “We’re going out.”
Not only had I almost died today, I’d also made some very good progress. A treat was in order and a cookie wasn’t going to cut it. Balls, babes, and booze it was.
It took a moment for Rohan to register that I’d spoken since he was too busy staring at the silky scrap of black fabric I called a dress. “You should be in bed,” he said.
I leaned in close, my orangey perfume teasing the air around us. “Mmm, I should. The question is, with who?”
The taxi driver honked.
“My chariot awaits.” I tugged my arm free. “I expect demons will be after me soon and I’m not going to be shut up like a nun for the rest of my life. Now,” I strode toward the cab, forcing Rohan to follow me. “I’m off to play pool and get exceedingly drunk.” I opened the back door and slid in. “Coming?”
He squatted down out of view of the cabbie and flicked out one of his finger blades. “I could make you stay.”
I crossed my bare legs
, tantalizingly slow. “Do your worst.”
He flicked out another blade.
“In or out?” the pudgy cabbie asked.
Grumbling, Rohan shoved me over, got into the cab, and slammed the door shut.
I laughed. “Neon Paradise,” I told the driver. It was my favorite club boasting reasonable-ish priced drinks, pool tables, a low douchebag to normal guy ratio, and good music.
The cabbie grunted in confirmation.
Other than the Bhangra music on the stereo, the ride was pretty quiet. My smile widened with each block away from home. This was the best part of going out, when infinite possibility stretched out before me.
The cab hit the lit up Granville strip in Vancouver’s downtown entertainment district, the streets teeming with people in a free-flow of life and music.
I paid the fare, then got out, trusting Rohan to follow.
A quick shake to my mane of curls, then clutch in hand, I waltzed past the people stuck in line, strutting right up to Max, the huge bouncer and keeper of the velvet rope. The red glow of the sign cast a soft filter over us.
“Looking extra fine tonight, Nava,” he said, unhooking the rope for me to pass.
“You charmer, Max. I brought a friend. That okay?”
Rohan stood behind me, scowling.
“He’s not as pretty but we’ll let it go.” He winked at me. “Have a good time.” The bouncer peered at Rohan. “Do I know you?”
“No.” Rohan grabbed my hand.
I barely had time to toss Max a little wave over my shoulder before Rohan dragged me into the club’s all-black foyer, the floor vibrating with the pounding bass coming from deeper inside.
I tried to pay for Rohan’s admission. “My treat,” I said, pushing his wallet away.
He knocked my hand out of the way and handed the cashier a couple of twenties. She practically fell out of her little black dress in her haste to take the money and make skin contact with him.
“That’s very sweet, but I forced you down here,” I said.
“Don’t I know it,” he replied.
“So I pay.”
“No, I pay.”
I shrugged, holding out my hand for the blacklight stamp that would allow me to be re-admitted. “Then the first round is on me.”
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