Chapter 168

We practically collided with Daniel at the front door to the artists' collective, dressed in his navy police uniform. He jerked back. "What are you doing here?"

"We're in the mood for some art," I said.

Ari cocked an eyebrow. "And you?"

Daniel reddened. "No reason." He stomped off.

My brother watched him leave, a thoughtful look on his face.

"That boy has it bad. Five bucks says he would have told Malik he was just in the neighborhood," I said. The grown-up version of cutting class to detour three floors up to a crush's locker. "Is he our next victim?"

Ari broke into a run, giving me my answer.

I looked down at my heeled boots, sighed, and ran after him, cursing that stupid emotion that was just as dangerous as demons. You think we humans would learn.

Daniel hadn't spotted us trailing him. He got into his cruiser, sitting in the passenger seat and staring out the front window.