After my Dom releases me from the chains, I freeze directly in my spot. I see Lucius Barrington and his two witches enter the club. James picks up on my fear immediately.
“Grace? What’s wrong?”
I point toward the door with a trembling hand. James sees the demon.
“That guy’s back again? Oh, Christ!”
The demon looks around the bar and toward my old table. He looks in my direction but doesn’t recognize me.
“You’re still afraid of that guy, aren’t you? Come on Grace. Let’s go to my office.”
James leads me to the back room, seats me behind his desk and locks the door. My Dom stands behind me with his hand on my shoulder. I feel safer within his office. He clicks on his mouse and several squares appear on his main computer, each depicting a different angle of the club. In the upper left
