Raiden’s POV
Greyson pulled the SUV into a dark, narrow alleyway two blocks from The Alibi, cutting the engine abruptly.
The sudden transition from the quiet, warded safety of the mansion to the chaotic, sensory overload of the city was jarring; the night air smelled sharply of exhaust, stale beer, and the frantic, buzzing energy of thousands of human lives. Lives that had absolutely no idea they were currently sharing the sidewalk with the things that went bump in the night.
“Ace, go,” Greyson ordered the moment the locks clicked.
The shadow demon didn’t even bother opening the door. He simply dissolved entirely, turning into a ribbon of pure darkness that slipped effortlessly through the crack in the window and vanished into the busy street.
“Nate, find a position near the entrance
