Chapter 33

Not only had I almost died today, I'd also made some very good progress. A treat was in order and a cookie wasn't going to cut it. Balls, babes, and booze it was.

It took a moment for Rohan to register that I'd spoken since he was too busy staring at the silky scrap of black fabric I called a dress. "You should be in bed," he said.

I leaned in close, my orangey perfume teasing the air around us. "Mmm, I should. The question is, with who?"

The taxi driver honked.

"My chariot awaits." I tugged my arm free. "I expect demons will be after me soon and I'm not going to be shut up like a nun for the rest of my life. Now," I strode toward the cab, forcing Rohan to follow me. "I'm off to play pool and get exceedingly drunk." I opened the back door and slid in. "Coming?"

He squatted down out of view of the cabbie and flicked out one of his finger blades. "I could make you stay."

I crossed my bare legs, tantalizingly slow. "Do your worst."

He flicked out another blade.