I swing it around to test the balance and, pleased, I slowly creep down the alley. Once I slit this thing’s throat, I’ll collect Joseline, and we’ll head back to her hotel.
I just have to find it first.
Chapter 19
Joseline
“Just go back to the club,” I mock in my most annoying Tobias voice. “I have something important to do.”
Fucking asshole.
What could possibly be so important right now? And what does it have to do with keeping Niki and me safe?
How can he keep me safe if he isn't here?
He's probably lying.
Typical man.
Whatever he's up to, I don't care. Not even a little bit.
I glance back over my shoulder and, sure enough, there's no sign of him. Good. Maybe he'll get lost on the way back.
The nightclub comes into view, and I consider going inside. I could hide out in the back and listento music, even though the vibe is pretty much ruined. I’m done dancing and drinking.
Besides, what if I run into the red shirt guy or his friend? This time, Tobias won’t be there to protect me.
Not that I need him to. Not really. I know how to handle myself.
But I will admit, it was nice having a guy stand up for me who didn’t expect anything in return. And the way he threatened to rip the shithead in half if he touched me again…
My stomach flutters. I shouldn’t get turned on by the prospect of murder, but I knew immediately that he’d been dead serious. After all, what does a demon have to lose by killing someone?
I slow my steps, contemplating. I could call for an Uber and go back to my hotel like Tobias suggested. Make him sweat a little when he can’t find me at the club. Even more if he looks for me on Niki’s bus—where I told him I’m spending the night.
A little panic is the least he deserves for abandoning me.
I’m already reaching for my purse to drag my phone out, when a flash of bright red catches my eye up ahead and I freeze. It’s a red shirt wrapped around a broad frame, and as my eyes skirt higher, I see a familiar face.
“Shit.” It’s the handsy jackass from the dance floor.
It’s okay. No big deal.
I’ll walk right past him into the club and hang out by the bouncers until Tobias comes to collect me.
If he comes back.
What if he lied? What if this is his way of ditchingme? My pulse lurches at the thought, but I try not to think like that. Surely he wouldn’t go out of his way to protect me, just to abandon me.
Right?
The red shirt guy’s eyes snap in my direction, locking on me, and fear slips up my back, wrapping around my spine. Even through the haze of alcohol still lingering in my system, I know it's a good idea to keep my distance. I've seen this plot too many times to stick around.
I spin around on the spot and start marching in the opposite direction, hoping he doesn’t follow. Looks like I’m not going back to the club after all, and before I can slow down and truly weigh my options—not that the alcohol is helping the situation—I’m skittering down the street and turning down an alley.
Where the hell am I going? I don’t know. But I’m not going to wait for that creepy asshole to catch up with me. Hopefully, Tobias shows up to save the day again.
That, or I'm gonna fight a grown ass man. Not ideal in a dress as short as this one, but I can probably manage.
