Demoniis usually came out in droves at midnight, trolling for victims. Týr still had a demon informant to follow. He needed to find the scourge responsible for the abduction of these kids and expunge both him and the snitch.
“Wait, there is someone who might have information,” Kira piped out in sudden excitement. She slipped her cell back into her jacket, her gaze darting to the busy nightspot farther up. “C’mon.” She dashed up the alley toward Club Anarchy.
Dammit. A nightclub was the worst place to be nearing the hunting hour. Still, Týr followed her while scanning for demoniis.
As they neared the busy entrance, she slowed. “Darn, he’s not here…” She worried her lower lip with her teeth. The action had Týr reeling with a yearning to taste the mouth that had haunted him for a year—something he’d never wanted with anyone else. The damn Fates probably laughed their asses off at fucking with him with this growing need. Like he didn’t have enough shit going on in his life.
“Maybe he’s inside,” Kira said, clueless to the war raging within him. She glanced to the end of the chattering queue of partygoers in front of the entrance. “Man, it’ll take forever to get inside.”
“It won’t.”
Those unsettling hazel eyes flashed to him. Instead of explaining how easily he could get in being who he was, Týr put a hand on her lower back and led her past the demon bouncer, who avoided his gaze.
In the busy, gloomy corridor of the club, Týr hooked his finger into the back loop of her jeans, keeping her close. Of course, he’d far prefer slipping his hand into her back pocket—
A startled breath escaped her. “What are you doing?”
“So we don’t get separated. Or would you prefer my arm around you while we’re here?
That earned him a scowl, and it made him want to smile.
Inside the jam-packed place, with laser lights bouncing about like annoying insects, Týr paused on the landing. His lips tightened, recalling his desperation every time he came here after a night on patrol. So close to the edge, needing an escape from his shattering mind, in a willing female body to gain control—to drown out the eons-old taunting laughter in his head for a few minutes. A year later now, and it seemed like a lifetime ago when he’d been sinking into an abyss.
Inhaling a deep, soothing breath of flowers and sunshine, Týr kept Kira close to him, when she suddenly leaned over the railing, and appeared to be searching the lower level. Her tempting bottom pushed into his groin,aaandwouldn’t you know it, his damn dick stirred. Not like that fucker needed any encouragement when she was around.
“Týr, there!” Kira reached back and grabbed his arm attached her, pointing to some people near the low-lit bar on the other side of the dance floor. She had no clue what she was doing to him. Did she even realize that she’d touched him without him doing so first? Probably not, judging by the way she still held on to him.
He glanced to where she directed a finger. A tall, bronzed male built like a linebacker stood where she pointed. Tyr narrowed his eyes. His grip tightened on her jeans’ loop when she would have dashed off. “No.”
“What do you mean,no?” She cast him a confused look. “Tagg’s a cop first, even if he does moonlights part-time as a bouncer.”
“I’m all the help you need,” he retorted. “How do you know the demon?”
“What?” Her brow creased.
The bastard may be half human, but that wasn’t important right then. Her safety was. “How do you know him, Kira?”
“What doesthathave to do with why—”
He pinned her with a hard look, a slow burn starting in his gut.
“Ugh.” She cut him a frustrated glower. “I met Tagg years ago at the gym where Echo used to work, okay? Stay here,” she ordered. “I know how you are about demons, and he probably knows it, too.”
“You can’t trust them.”
“Perhaps. But I can look out for myself.”
“You can’t even fight.”
“Why fight when I have you?” Smirking now, she pulled free of his hold and sashayed off.
Týr thrust his fists into his pants’ pockets, lips pressed into a tight line. Kira was too damn headstrong. If he denied her this, she’d dig in her heels and keep them in this damn place longer. Evil would start hunting soon.Ten minutes.
He remained on the landing, tracking her progress as she pushed her way through the masses to the bar. The bouncer stood off to the side, talking to someone, his attention occasionally shifting to the jam-packed dance floor where humans bumped and ground against each other.
As Kira reached the demon, Týr tuned out the deafening gothic-rock music and, using his heightened senses, homed in on their conversation.
“Tagg?”
