Something Wicked (8 page)

“Hungry?” he asked, indicating the frying pan.

An explicit clip from her erotically charged dream flickered in her mind. “Not really.”

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know.”

“Followed closely by a steady stream of caffeine. Which I will grab at work.”

“Fine. More for me.” He scooped the contents of the frying pan onto a waiting plate. Demons didn’t have to eat, but Darrak enjoyed the taste of food anyway. He could shovel it in and remain the same size, not jeopardizing those mouthwatering abs of his no matter how many calories he consumed.

Please think about something else
, she instructed herself sternly.

She squeezed her amulet, focusing on the coolness of the stone. But that only helped remind her of why she had to wear it in the first place. Black magic stirred under her skin.

Ignore that, too.

Tonight. They’d go back to the club tonight. She wondered if Graham had ended up finding out any more about the missing women. She grabbed the newspaper Darrak had brought in earlier and flipped through the first few pages. Nothing stood out to her about the case. Of course, Graham was the only one who thought it was a case. To the police, it was a half-dozen adult women who’d wandered off without telling anyone.

She truly wished she could channel her psychic abilities into something more practical than an unhelpful and unreliable flash of information every now and then.

Leena sat quietly on the sofa in the living room reading a copy of
Cosmopolitan
.

“So?” Leena asked, glancing over at her.

“So what?”

“How did it go last night?” She waggled her eyebrows.

Why was she waggling her eyebrows?

Two weeks ago, Eden had allowed a small black cat to have some shelter one cold, rainy night. That black cat turned out to be a shapeshifter hiding from people she said wanted to kill her. After being possessed by Darrak, Eden gave off some otherworldly vibes that Others were able to sense. Because of this, Leena assumed Eden could protect her and wouldn’t take no for an answer when she tried to get rid of her.

Whether or not Eden could protect her was one thing. However, they’d come to an agreement. In return for temporarily living there, Leena watched over Eden—she was extremely distrustful of Darrak and demons in general, and her presence helped ease Eden’s mind a little bit when it came to him. Besides, there wasn’t much of a chance for forbidden romance with a third party lurking about in the small apartment.

Not that she needed a chaperone for that. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t keep her hands off Darrak. Dreams were not indicative of reality.

“Well?” Leena prompted after a moment passed.

“Uh, it went okay last night,” Eden said, still disappointed they hadn’t talked to the wizard’s assistant. But Darrak had been right to leave. She didn’t want to meet any of his old demonic friends if she could help it. An unpleasant chill ran down her spine. “Could have been better, I suppose, but it was a start.”

“And is there anything you want to tell . . . anyone?” Leena’s head bobbed in Darrak’s direction. He stood with his back braced against the fridge, eating his breakfast, watching their conversation carefully.

Eden glanced at the egg-loving demon. “Uh . . . like what?”

“You know,” Leena said pointedly. “About where you were going late last night?”

“Late last night? What are you—?”

“Gosh, would you look at the time?” Darrak interrupted, dumping his empty plate into the sink. “Eden, we really should go. Andy said he wanted to talk to you first thing this morning, remember? He used the word
important
, so obviously it must be important.”

“Right.” Eden shook her head, trying to clear the early morning fog. Normally she was much more alert than this. “Hang on. I have to have my orange juice first.”

Her morning rituals were important to her. She might not be in the mood for eggs, but she had to have her vitamin C. She quickly poured a glass and downed it in one gulp.

Darrak eyed her. “Beat the threat of scurvy for another day?”

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” She glanced at the shapeshifter. “I’ll talk to you later, Leena.”

“Just remember that torch we talked about,” Leena said meaningfully, with a sideways glare at Darrak. “It needs to be extinguished ASAP. Trust me, it’ll make it easier on everyone involved.”

What in the hell was she talking about? Had she been smoking some catnip this morning?

Best to play along or they’d never get out of there. “Right. Extinguish the torch. I’m totally on it.”

Eden grabbed her purse and headed for the door, which Darrak now held open.

“Leena,” he said dryly. “A pleasure as always.”

“Bite me, demon.”

“Is that an invitation?”

She morphed into her cat form, turned her back on him, and padded into Eden’s bedroom.

Eden rolled her eyes. The two despised each other, but they hid it so well.

When Darrak closed the door behind them, she turned to him. “What torch was she talking about?”

“No idea. You seriously need to get rid of her.” His expression soured. “I think she has fleas. And she’s a trouble-maker.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“I don’t have fleas.”

A glance down the hall showed that her new neighbor was leaving his apartment at the same time. He fumbled and dropped a ring of keys on the floor as well as a bag of something. Were those marbles?

They scattered in all directions. He swore under his breath.

Adjusting her purse strap, Eden knelt down and gathered up the small, colorful glass spheres that rolled toward her.

“This is embarrassing,” the neighbor said. He was tall and attractive with wire-frame glasses perched over light brown eyes. He wore a blue suit and tie that managed to look more casual than businessy. He raked a hand through his short, shaggy brown hair.

“What’s embarrassing about marbles?” Eden asked, smiling. “I used to play with them when I was . . . well, I was ten at the time, but I’m not here to judge.”

“They’re actually not
my
marbles. I’m a teacher, and I’ve found simple rewards like these help to motivate students. Since I’m new here, I can use all the help I can get.”

“So every student who answers a question . . .”

“Wins a shiny marble. You’ve got it.” He grinned.

“Welcome to the building. You just moved in, right?”

“Two days ago.” He finished scooping the escaping marbles back into the little cloth bag he held, then extended his hand. “I’m Lucas Campbell.”

She shook his hand. “Eden Riley. And this is . . . uh, Darrak.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Darrak said, sounding bored. “Eden? Shall we go now?”

“Nice meeting you, Lucas,” she said.

“Yeah, you, too. I’m having a meet and greet in my apartment soon. Just a small thing. A couple bottles of wine and friendly neighborhood chat. Would the two of you be interested in coming?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Just let me know when.”

“I’ll do that.” He glanced at his watch. “Got to get going. I’m late.”

“Us, too.”

They rode down in the elevator together. Lucas was right, these days people kept to themselves, apart from awkward small talk. But Eden wasn’t opposed to the idea of being more friendly with a neighbor. You never knew when you’d need to borrow a cup of sugar. Or ask them to ignore screaming and/or gunfire coming from within one’s apartment walls.

One or the other.

They parted ways outside, and Eden and Darrak drove to Triple-A Investigations, a small, one-room private investigation office on the outskirts of Toronto. It was right next door to the Hot Stuff café.

Eden owned half the business because her mother had left it to her in her will. Caroline Riley hadn’t been a fabulous and attentive mother, but she’d been a great gambler and had soundly beaten Andy McCoy—now Eden’s partner—in a poker game to win part ownership in the agency. Eden had resisted working there because being a private investigator didn’t appeal to her at all. She didn’t have any experience in that line of work—after all, her last job had been as a telephone tarot card reader and occasional—
very
occasional—psychic consultant to the police.

Recently, however, she’d started taking this opportunity more seriously. She wanted to help others if she could. Helping others made her happy. It was a totally selfish motivation, really.

And if she could get paid for it, too, then all the better.

“You seem chipper this morning,” Darrak commented as she pulled into her parking spot outside the office and shifted into park.

She pulled down her visor mirror to double-check her makeup. “I’m feeling strangely optimistic today. We came close last night.”

“Closer than you even realize.”

“Do you think it’s safe to go back tonight, or will your friend still be there?”

Darrak hesitated. “I think it’ll be fine.”

He didn’t sound completely certain about that. “Do we have to worry about him?”

That earned a smile. “We?”

“What
you’re
worried about,
I’m
worried about.”

“Then no. We don’t have to worry.”

She nodded and pulled her purse onto her lap so she could drop her car keys into it. “So we’ll find this wizard’s assistant . . . does he have a name?”

“Stanley. And he’ll be there. He’s there every night, apparently.”

“Why does he hang out at a singles’ club so much?”

“Because he’s horny and alone. Does he need more of a reason?”

“I guess not.”

“Were you planning on getting out of the car today?” he asked.

“It’s a distinct possibility.” She didn’t move for another few moments, though. Andy had been very adamant that they talk this morning, but he wouldn’t say what about. That worried her.

Worry
seemed to be her default setting lately.

It was probably nothing.

“Eden,” Andy greeted them as they entered the office. “We need to talk.”

Maybe it wasn’t nothing.

The brisk statement made Eden’s back stiffen. She was hiding so much from Andy that it was about time he naturally clued in on something. In fact, he shouldn’t have to clue in. She should just go ahead and tell him the truth.

Like Darrak, for instance. Andy was under the mistaken impression that he was Eden’s brother. It might have something to do with the fact that Eden had introduced him that way. Andy was sharp, though. A former FBI-agent pushing fifty, with a fit, compact body, thinning blond hair, and keen eyes, he’d single-handedly run the agency by himself for years.

When Eden realized she was possessed by a demon, the shock of this gave her enough concentrated energy to eject Darrak from her body, forcing him to take form for the first time in this office. That much psychic power helped create a “hot spot,” which helped to draw supernatural beings there like a magnet. Triple-A was now their private investigation agency of choice. Since even Others’ problems skewed toward the normal—cheating spouses, insurance fraud, missing persons—Andy wasn’t any the wiser about all the weird stuff going on there.

Andy stood up from his chair and flattened his hands on the top of his desk as he stared at her for a long moment.

“There’s weird stuff going on here, Eden,” he said.

She gulped. “Weird stuff?”

He nodded. “I don’t think it’s just my imagination. Look, I need to get this out and I need you to listen to me. Tell me if I’m crazy, okay?”

Eden and Darrak exchanged a glance. “Uh . . . okay,” she said. “I really need some coffee, though. I’m desperate.”