Chapter 292

"Hiya, babe. Good timing," I said.

Rohan still had that feral quality from our Tia encounter, emanating the off-kilter energy of a man on the verge of going postal.

I hustled us all into the shack of a restaurant that Ro and I had scoped out before the meet-up as the best venue to conduct our business. Aside from the galley kitchen there were maybe eight square wood tables with benches. A family of six squished in together around a table at the front eyed us warily, but other than that, the place was empty, the dinner rush not yet begun.

Baskerville glared at me but he didn't disappear because one of Ro's finger blades was jammed in between the demon's shoulder blades. One wrong jostle, even to portal out, could kill him.

Ro maneuvered himself and the demon so their backs were against the wall, facing out to the stalls.