Suddenly, I could read his thoughts as if they were my own. The reason Az looked like he wanted to rip Lucifer’s head off was because…he was actually considering doing it. My blood curdled in my veins.
He wouldn’t. Would he? And what would happen if he did?
Lucifer would destroy him.
Suddenly, I felt Lucifer’s attention shift. With a sharp gasp, I turned back toward him, my body still moving to the beat. To anyone else watching, they’d have no idea a storm was brewing in this club. I’d gotten good at putting on a show during my weeks spent as Az’s fake girlfriend. I knew how to pretend.
Lucifer’s eyes tightened on Az. The two demons stared at each across the crowded club, and my heart rocketed up into my throat. Shadows rippled across Az’s face, darkening his expression.
Distracted, I tripped on my own feet. I stumbled to the side and hurtled toward the cage bars. My head slammed into the steel. Blood pounded between my eyes from the blinding pain. I let out a cry and fell to my knees, holding my hands to my head. When I pulled my fingers away, they were covered in blood.
The music cut off. The crowd hushed. Az ripped open the cage door, gathered me into his arms, and then flew—on his beautiful, massive black wings—out of the club.
7
Az carried me into the Legion’s meeting room and deposited me into a folding chair. The others trailed inside. Caim with his blinding smile—though it wasn’t so blinding now. Concern rippled across his handsome features instead. Valac followed. His bleached white hair fell into his hooded eyes, and Phenex charged in beside him. Bael and Stolas edged into the door, casting each other uneasy glances.
“You alright, Mia?” Caim knelt in front of me and peered into my eyes. His familiar face blurred before me.
“My head feels like it was beaten with a hammer,” I muttered.
Ouch. Even talking hurt.
“Did Lucifer see?” Valac asked in that unnerving, unearthly voice of his. I felt something ripple along the back of my neck as he turned his piercing gaze on me, like he was peeling back all the layers of my skin. I shuddered.
“Valac,” Bael warned in his lilting British accent. “Mate. How many times do we have to tell you not to do that to Mia?”
“Sorry,” Valac muttered.
“Lucifer saw,” Az said, angling his body in front of me. “We need to heal her quickly before he gets back here.”
I blearily peered up at him. By this point, he was nothing but a bundle of dark shadows. “Why does it matter? Werewolves can bleed.”
I knew from experience. I’d watched Serena patch up her wounds after a full moon night spent racing in the woods. I never asked too many questions when she came back like that. But she always had at least one monstrous gash on her legs.
“They heal quicker than humans,” he said, kneeling before me. “A little cut like this would take hardly any time to heal.”
I pressed my shaking hands to my forehead. “It doesn’t feel like a little cut.”
“Trust me, it’s smaller than a seed.”
“And I’m not human,” I whispered.
The Legion didn’t shout cries of alarm or demand for me to explain myself. That could only mean one thing. Az had already found a chance to tell them. Not surprising. The Legion was his family. These demons were his brothers, not by blood but by choice. That made it all the more binding. He told them everything. And I do mean everything.
A relief, really. I didn’t want to have to explain tonight’s bizarre revelations to anyone else. Especially when I didn’t understand any of it myself.
“True,” he said darkly. “But it’s clear that you don’t have access to any supernatural powers. That means I’m going to have to take care of the problem for you.”
“You can do that?” I asked, even though deep down I already knew the answer to that question. He’d never said it outright, but Az had healed me more than once. I’d just never been conscious for it until now.
The thought of him pouring his magic into me brought on a little tickle between my thighs.
Dammit. Now was definitelynotthe time for those kinds of thoughts.
I just couldn’t help myself. Not when it came to Az.
“He’s coming,” Stolas barked from the door. “Hurry up, Az.”
