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“No demons.”

“Technically, Thorn is a half demon,” Viktor insisted.

“No demons,” Greyson replied, staring out the window.

“He just helped Quintus. He’s actually quite nice. Brought his A game to the tourney at the club.”

“There’s something wrong with you. What is a vampire doing at a country club?”

“A bit of golf. Reminds me I need to cancel my lesson.”

“This is exactly why we don’t talk,” Greyson grumbled.

“We’re talking now. Don’t be so dramatic.” Viktor looked to Waverly, who had begun wrapping up the canvas.

“No demons,” Greyson repeated.

“You’re going to have to trust me. I know you want to see Ilsbeth. And you know what?” Viktor laughed. “I don’t care. You’re a big boy. Still think it’s a mistake, but it’s your life. But I’ve spent way too much time with the witch lately, and I need a little space. Besides, I’m confident Thorn will have information about which humans and supes would be involved with demons. Who out there, besides the fae, are calling on demons?”

“Aw fuck, I hate demons.” Greyson shook his head.

“I appreciate your help with the painting. But if you’re afraid, or if you just don’t want to co—”

“I’m comin’. But if Thorn makes one move to hurt anyone, I’m turning his ass into demon meat,” Greyson warned.

“Fair enough.”

“Are we going somewhere?” Waverly asked.

“Yes. I may like the guy sometimes, but I’m not stupid. No way I’m asking a demon into my home,” Viktor said.

“I want to run this blade by some of my colleagues. I’d like to show pictures of the lancet to them. I won’t say how I came by it,” Waverly promised.

As Greyson set the fleam down next to the painting, she retrieved her cell phone and snapped several pictures of the bloodletting tool.

“Don’t let anyone know where you are,” Viktor instructed.

“What about the police? The way we left the museum—” Her expression grew tense.

“I already contacted PCAP. They have the detective in their custody and will deal with the San Diego PD from now on. If they want us to go back for questioning, we’ll stall. But for now, they just see this as a stalker tried attacking the curator kind of deal. He’s dead. Case closed.” Viktor looked to Greyson. “I think we should go back to the blood club in Miami at some point. But let’s meet with Thorn first. I want to know what we’re dealing with.”

“I’m going to go back through my text messages with Teagan. Maybe there’s something I missed.” Waverly looked down to the painting. “Is it okay if I leave this here?”

“Yes. It’s safe.” Viktor turned to her and took her hand in his. “And so are you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“She’s about to meet a demon,” Greyson called to him.

“Don’t listen to him,” he told her.

“I can do this.” She nodded with a glint of fear in her eyes.

“I know you can. You’ve already met one of the most terrifying Romanian vampires in existence. Thorn is like a fluffy, little bunny rabbit.”

Waverly leaned to the side, catching a glimpse of Greyson, who waved but didn’t correct his brother.

“I promise you we will figure out what’s going on,” Viktor told her, his voice calm and reassuring. “I’m going to find out who’s driving the humans to attack you and put an end to it.”

“He means put an end to them. So they no longer exist.” Greyson looked to Viktor. “You’re welcome.”