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    â€œOh, yes,” I said more to myself than Kayce. “This could be fun.”
    â€œHuh?” She absentmindedly sipped her gin and tonic, eyes zeroed in on the unmoving front door. When she finally tore her gaze away, I nodded in his direction. “What is he doing here? Wait—he couldn’t be—”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know.” Was he capable of killing me? He already had in one sense. “Hey, Ink.” I held a finger up to signal one more gin and tonic.
    Like a vice, Kayce clamped onto my wrist. “He can’t know who you are.”
    I nodded, sliding out of my chair, and swung my hips to the jukebox. Buckley leaned against the jukebox, his brown hair perfectly disheveled and clutched his drink in the other hand. His grip tightened as I approached, as though he could sense me before I reached him. He spun just as I tapped him on the shoulder. Our eyes locked, and for all of one second, panic set in my chest. Did he recognize me?
    His glare softened and his eyes licked my body, flickering like the center of a flame. It made sweat surge to the surface of my already heated flesh. His nostrils flared as he eyed my drink. “Well, well, well . . . what do we have here?” His voice was barely a whisper. And it could melt the pants off of any woman. I should know—it had happened to me once already in this existence.
    â€œI thought you might like a drink.” I held up the glass and clinked the ice against the sides.
    â€œThank you,” he said quietly. “I prefer the amber liquids, though.” He rattled his own glass.
    I shrugged and sipped my drink. “Too bad. Guess I’ll just have to double fist it.” After a pause, I continued. “So, what brings you to eighties night?”
    With eyes closed, he inhaled deeply before looking at me again. His narrowed eyes creased his tanned face. “Who doesn’t love a good Bangles song?” He quirked an eyebrow and shot another glance to the door. Who exactly was he waiting for? “And you? What brings such a lovely woman to such a bar this evening?”
    â€œOh, you know. Girls just wanna have fun. . . .”
    Buckley chuckled at that. “Right. Of course.”
    The song “Heaven Is a Place on Earth” clicked on in the jukebox, and the crowd went wild. Succubi and demons jumped to their feet, rushing the dance floor in a blur of neon and crimped hair.
    Moonlight sliced across the dark room as the front door opened, and Buckley’s gaze flew to the movement. He spun his body around so that his back was to the door, becoming suddenly very interested in the music lists in the jukebox.
    â€œThat’ll be fifteen bucks,” Ink said to Kayce, his eyes wide. We both darted a glance to the front door.
    The first thing I saw was auburn hair in a pixie cut and the loveliest porcelain skin. Claudette, Salt Lake City’s ArchDemon, walked through the door, eyes straight ahead. She ordered two martinis from Ink. With an elbow leaning on the gritty counter, she dropped a twenty and checked her buzzing phone while he prepared the drinks.
    I inhaled sharply and eyed Buckley as he covered his face with a hand. When he glanced back up, his look was different. He glamoured himself not so different that a stranger would have noticed . . . but me, I knew that face really well.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” he said, extending a hand. “I have to be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” He squeezed my palm and turned for the door, careful not to show his face to Claudette the entire time.
    â€œWell, that was strange,” I said to myself.
    With a quick look around, I ducked into a little nook behind the jukebox and shifted invisible.
    Then, slinking over behind Claudette, I peeked over her shoulder, careful not to make a sound. Though invisible, she could still hear me if I stepped too loudly. With two thumbs, she quickly typed a text