“Where?”

“Over by the dance floor. To the right. There’s a table with three blonde women, and the bald man staring at their breasts is the one we’re looking for.”

“Charming,” she said, keeping her voice low. “He’s human?”

“I think so. He’s the personal assistant to the local wizard master. The wizard master’s the one we really need to get to.”

“Wizard master?” she repeated skeptically. “What is this, Dungeons and Dragons?”

“That’s a game, right?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t a game.”

No, it definitely wasn’t. Wizard master it was, then. “So what do I do?”

“Go over and say I sent you. He’ll know who I am and what you’re here for. The dress you’re wearing is just for him. He’s very fond of the ladies, as you can see, but he has a special place in his libido for redheads just like you. We’re golden. But if that little pervert touches you, I’ll probably rip his head off. Just an FYI. We’ll have to see how it goes.”

“Try to restrain yourself.”

“This is it, Eden. We’re close. I feel like this is going to be the solution to our problem.”

“I sure hope you’re right.” Because otherwise they were out of options.

She slid off the chair and adjusted her skirt, which had crept up higher on her thighs. Then she forced herself to be brave and cross the floor, keeping the average-looking human in sight just in case he tried to magically disappear. It could happen.

Only fifteen feet away now. Twelve. Ten.

“Wait a second,” Darrak said suddenly. “Eden, stop walking.”

She froze in place. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure. I thought I saw someone I recognized.”

“Who?”

“Look over toward the left, just a quick glance so I can check.”

She did what he asked, sweeping her eyes slowly across a sea of faces. “Who is it?”

The demon swore.