She cleared her throat. “Nobody. Just talking to myself. I do that frequently now that I’ve stopped taking my medication.”

“Uh. . okay.” He slowly backed away from her and went to hit on someone else. Someone sane.

Darrak snorted. “Busted.”

She felt her face redden. She had to remember that no one but her could see or hear Darrak at the moment. He was her demon. Her inner demon. After all, Eden Riley was the current cover girl for demonic possession.

This time she spoke under her breath so no one would hear. “I thought you said you were going to keep quiet once we got in here?”

“I lied. Besides, you need me to coach you through this, don’t you? I thought you said you’re a bit out of your element.”

He was right about that.

“Okay, so coach me. Now what should I do?”

“Walk over to the bar, order a drink, and scan the room. I know he’s around here somewhere. I just have to spot him.”

“You still haven’t told me how you found this guy. How were you able to contact anyone in your, uh, current condition?”

“I have my ways.”

Well, that was cryptic. But instead of grilling him about it, Eden walked across the floor of the dark nightclub, Luxuria. It was very upscale, with gleaming black floors and an indigo interior. A cascade of pretty sparkling light moved slowly across the hundreds of faces and bodies in attendance. But the lust and desperation Darrak mentioned seemed to permeate the entire building, giving it a distinctly unpleasant ambiance Eden was able to pick up with her subtle sixth sense.

As she walked, she tried not to twist her ankle in the four-inch stiletto heels Darrak strongly suggested she wear tonight. Her legs felt cold in her short skirt. She normally didn’t like to show off so much skin, especially this late in October. However, a quick scan of the club made her feel that she was practically in casual wear compared to the other women on the prowl. They, however, didn’t share her inner accessory.