“Wait, wait.” Nia shot up her hands. “Are you talking about the Hell where the evil dead go?”
“Yep.”
Her jaw nearly smacked her chest. Her friend was only a year younger than her twenty-five and was already a badass.
Saia’s cell beeped. She removed it from her pants pocket and glanced at a text. “It’s Zayn. He says he’ll crash at your place for a while and keep an eye on things.”
Nia nodded. Thank God for him. All three of Saia’s brothers were deadly demon hunters. While she didn’t have siblings, she loved the Sen-Grayson brothers as if they were her own. And Saia, like her sister. They’d clicked since they first met in kindergarten.
“So,” Saia murmured, eyes sparkling. “I’ve been thinking about something Riley mentioned last night. About Kas being glamoured?”
Nia slumped against the window and rubbed her hot face. “What about it?”
“Why not beat the schmuck at his own game?” Saia’s grin grew devilish. “Youget glamoured.”
Nia stilled. Then she shot upright. “I can do that?”
“Yep. You have nothing to lose except not to look like yourself for a little while.”
“God! Not to be in his sights? Yes, please.”
Saia nodded. “Okay, I called Riley. He’s on his way here.”
Right. No cell needed, not when soulmates possessed the gift of telepathy. Saia had explained it all.
Nia couldn’t even begin to contemplate an intimacy like that. Alas, she’d never know, not when she attracted the psycho types.
The door opened, and Riley strolled into the office. He cocked an eyebrow at Saia. “I don’t think you sighted the target. So, what are you up to, my mate?”
“Me? Nothing.” She laughed as he caressed her cheek with his knuckles.
The tender look they shared had Nia glancing out the window again. Her own longing for acceptance, for someone to love her unconditionally, squeezed her chest. All she drew were scumbags. Dates who saw dollar signs when they heard her name. And Kas, who wanted to drain her dry.
“What is it?” Riley asked, and Nia’s attention shifted to him.
“Remember what you said last night about using a glamour?” Saia rested her palms on his abs and filled him in on her suggestion.
He glanced at Nia. “Is that what you want?”
She nodded. “At this point, I’ll try anything. I’d change my hair color, but I doubt that would stop Kas. Please, just for a few days, so I can breathe.”
“A particular preference?” he asked.
“I don’t care, just different, please.”
“All right.” Riley crossed to her. “Shut your eyes.”
She did. His palms touched her temples. Warmth swept through her in a ripple from the top of her head to the tips of her toes before it vanished.
“Done.” He removed his hands.
At her friend’s soft gasp, Nia’s eyes snapped open, and she met Saia’s wide-eyed gawking. Her belly clenched. “Was that a good or bad gasp?”
“The mask is lovely, Nia,” she blurted. “But not as beautiful as you. I already miss your face.”
Okay, okay, she could deal with it. She didn’t care how she looked as long as it wasn’t her true self.
“I second Saia on that.” Zac, the bouncer and co-owner of Satire, entered the office. He slowed his steps and rubbed his shaven head, studying her for a moment. Yes, he knew about her stalker, too. “No matter what face you wear, you rock, Sunshine.” He grabbed a bunch of keys from the drawer and left.
