She was dragged into the conference room by two of the girls. Who both looked like they could hold their own. And were hotter than she was.

I rather thought she had to be feeling distinctly inadequate right about now.

“So, trying to force a priest to break his vows and then use it as blackmail?” Not to mention there was another nasty word for it.
She glared at me. “Demon.”

I turned to the priestess. “She thinks anything that isn’t an angel is a demon.”

Amara nods. “Of course she does.”

I turned to William. “The angels dealt with them, but apparently this one was left as a loose end.” I let out a breath.

“I’m not sure…”

I put my hand on his arm. “You’re not responsible for being kidnapped. You can’t be. Your boss might be strict, but he’s not unfair, right?”

“…right.”

He seemed very vulnerable, though.

Amara turned to him. “Are you going to file a complaint with the police?”

“Not if it would get you in trouble.” A pause. “I disapprove, but I’m not…”

She laughed. “Don’t worry. They’re some of my best customers.”
That didn’t surprise me. I couldn’t see Mike in a place like this, but some of the others I’d seen with him.

“Alright. I will.”

That, I thought, was brave of him. Brave of any man, but most especially him. A priest to admit he’d been taken advantage of by a woman.

“I’ll call Mike,” Thruor said. “That way we’ll have a cop in here who knows.”

I looked at the woman again. “I don’t know how you got away with what you just did, but you’re going to hell.”
She fixed her eyes on me. “You’re going to take me there?”

“No. I don’t know the way.” I grinned at her. “No, but I think you crossed all kinds of lines today.”

“If you really aren’t a demon, then what do you know about it?”

“I know what’s right and wrong. And I have never, and will never, do anything like that. Heck, Loki has never done anything like what you did.”

With that comment…which I knew would upset her, I turned back to William. I wanted to hug him, but I knew better.

“Mike’s on his way.”

When Thruor said that, I just sat down, one eye on our prisoner. Where were the angels?