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Oh, goody fucking gum drops.

“Thanks.” Michelle hung up the phone. “Come with me. I’ve got a car for you. The queen is in London at a secret location. We’ll find out where when we link up with my colleague I just spoke to.”

Excellent news. “Thanks so much.”

“Don’t know how long she’ll be in the city for, though.” She looked me up and down. “Can you use a car?”

“Hope so.”

“Okay. Follow me and?—”

“Please! I’m not like them!” Two agents dragged a guy from a house across the street.

“What’s going on?” Eric wondered.

The guy in stripy PJs looked my way, showing off his white demon eyes.

“Please! I’m not?—”

One of the two men punched him in the stomach. The demon let out a grunt and bent over. The other man kicked him to the ground, pressing his boot on his spine to keep him down.

“Watch him,” the puncher ordered. Other agents surrounded the demon, guns trained on him.

Puncher came over with purposeful strides.

“Clive,” Michelle said, her tone clipped. “What’s going on?”

“You fucking blind?” he retorted. “Demon. Hiding in a house. Thinks he can live like decent folk.”

Clive was one ofthosehumans gunning for war with the demons.

Just like you, Margarite…

He narrowed his hateful eyes at me. “What’s this? You dead?”

“I—”

“Demon!” He brought out his gun, popping off a shot into Lizard Guy’s head.

The bullet bounced off the demon’s head.

Right. Indestructible dead minions. Got it.

“What the fuck is this, Michelle?” the dickhead bellowed. “Why isn’t he dead?” Then his attention fell on Margarite. “Your Majesty?” He lowered his gun, bowing his head. “Is it still Your Majesty?”

Margarite simply smiled at him.

“You’re hurt,” he said to her. “What’s going on?”

Other agents gathered round, too many guns in my face. I mean, they weren’t effective on me or my followers right now, but that didn’t stop them being dangerous.

“It’s complicated,” Michelle answered. “Stay out of it.”

Clive’s nostrils flared. “Like fuck I will. You’re hanging out with demons and a deposed queen?”

Pfft! What about me?

“Stay out of it,” Michelle warned, a bite in her voice.