Jenna Black - The Devil's Playground

To the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers,

for all their support and encouragement

Thanks as always to my fantastic editor, Anne Groell, and to my fabulous agent, Miriam Kriss. Thanks to my critique partner, Kelly Gay, for being a sounding board and helping me develop this story. Special thanks go to Rinda Elliott for helping me find my way out of the corner I wrote myself into near the end. And finally, thanks to the Deadline Dames (yes, Rinda, this means Im technically thanking you twice), who are always there for me through the peaks and valleys of this crazy, wonderful business of writing.

NO ONE WOULD HAVE CALLED MY LIFE NORMAL EVEN before I became the human host of Lugh, the demon king, who was embroiled in a mostly covert war for the throne. So the fact that I was beginning to think of my life as normal now could have been a cause for alarm. But hey, it had been more than two months since anyone had tried to kill me, torture me, or frame me for murder. These days, that was about as normal as it got.

The truth is, my life had settled into something that resembled a routine, and I was beginning to get pretty comfortable with it. Since I was no longer under suspension by the U.S. Exorcism Board, I spent time at my office almost every day. I performed an exorcism maybe once or twice a month, and there was enough paperwork and general office management to keep me busy for a couple hours a day. Not exactly a nine-to-five, but routine enough to lull me into something like complacency. Before Id become Lughs host, Id routinely done one or two exorcisms a week, but that required me to travel all around the countrysomething I couldnt afford to do anymore. Lugh and all the members of his royal council on the Mortal Plain agreedpossibly a firstthat it would be unwise for me to venture too far from home when a crisis could pop up at the drop of a hat.

After the disastrous exorcism of Jordan Maguire Jr., which had almost cost me my career and my freedom, Id been on a lucky streak, with more hosts than usual coming out of the exorcisms with their minds intact. My lucky streak had just ended, however. Id had an early morning exorcisma teenaged boy with a face only a mother could love. When Id cast out the demon whod possessed him, hed been catatonic. There was no way of knowing if he would ever snap out of it. I could still hear the mothers heartbroken sobs when the authorities gave her the news.

Naturally, I was a bit depressed afterward. I went to my office and tried to bury myself in paperwork, but I wasnt exactly being productive. So when someone knocked on my office door, I was glad for the interruption. Until said interruption opened the door at my invitation.

I hadnt seen Shae, owner of The Seven Deadliesa demon sex club that made my stomach curdle just thinking about itin over two months, and that was just fine by me. Id have been happy never to see her again in my entire life. She was a mercenary and a predator. She was also an illegal demonone whod taken an unwilling human hostand a snitch for Special Forces, the Philly police departments demon-crime unit. Id have loved nothing more than to exorcize her ass, but her status as a police snitch protected her.

Im not what youd call a conservative dresserI love low-rise jeans and low-cut topsbut I could never compete with Shae for sheer flamboyance. If her tight white pants dipped any lower, shed need a bikini wax to wear them, and her sheer red lace top made no attempt to hide the black bra she wore beneath. On most people, that outfit would have looked silly at best, and slutty at worst. On Shae, it reminded me of the plumage on a tropical bird, showy and exotic.

My first impulse was to tell her to get the hell out of my office, but I was getting better at this whole impulse-control thing. There was no way Shae was here on a social call, and I probably needed to hear what she had to say, whether I wanted to or not. I flashed her my best imitation of a welcoming smile.

Well, this ought to be interesting, I said. Have a seat. I gestured toward one of the chairs in front of my desk, then frowned theatrically. If youre capable of sitting down in those pants, that is. I wouldnt want you mooning passersby. Never mind that Shae and I were alone in my office with the door closed.

Shaes smile always reminded me of a shark. Or the Big Bad Wolf. I dont think her teeth are really any sharper than a normal persons, but they always looked it. Plus, they were movie-star white against her Heart of Africa skin. She made a big production out of sitting gingerly on the edge of the chair and craning her neck for any signs of visible butt cheek.

I rolled my eyes and refrained from comment. So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?

Shaes smile turned sly and calculating. I have some information you might be interested in hearing.

Okay, lay it on me. But I knew it wouldnt be that simple. Shae did nothing out of the goodness of her heart. If she was offering information, then it would be for a price.

Whats it worth to you? she asked, right on cue.

I laughed. How should I know? You havent told me what it is yet.

She pursed her lips, and a hint of annoyance flared in her eyes. Im doing you a favor by coming to you. I can just as easily walk right back out that door.

If she thought Id find that option unappealing, she was very much mistaken. You dont get to call it a favor when youre offering it for a price.

Fine. She stood up and made to leave. I let her get as far as the door before I caved.

All right, Ill quit being a smart-ass, I said. Come and sit down.

She didnt leave, but she didnt come sit down, either. Instead, she just stared at me, her head cocked to one side. It was hard not to squirm under that intense regard. Im not at my best when Im uncomfortable, so I did what I usually do at such timesI lashed out.

I wonder what Raphael would do if I told him you were trying to sell me information, I mused, and was gratified to see a momentary break in Shaes composure.

Raphael, Lughs youngest brother and member of the royal council, had a reputation for cruelty that was, as far as I could tell, unparalleled. The fact that I knew he deserved it didnt make our alliance an easy one. But he was one hell of a bogeyman to threaten Shae with. She was the only person outside the royal council who knew who was hosting Raphael on the Mortal Plain, and she was scared enough of him to keep the secret.

Unfortunately, Shae regained her legendary composure almost before I had a chance to see the flash of terror in her eyes. Her spine straightened, and she bared her teeth in something that bore little resemblance to a smile.

I know more about the demons of this cityboth legal and illegalthan anyone. I can be a valuable asset. But if you sic Raphael on me, I swear to you I will never volunteer another scrap of information again, no matter how important it might be.

I pondered that for a moment, but she continued before I came to any conclusions.

Raphael cant intimidate information out of me if he doesnt know I have it. Im much more useful to you in the long run as a willing business partner.

Her logic was impeccable, though I didnt like it. Sure, Raphael could probably coax her into spitting out whatever it was she had now, but I knew her threat wasnt an empty one. I might not much want her as a friend, but I wanted her as an enemy even less.

Okay, fine. Ill leave Raphael out of this. But until you give me some hint what it is you have, I cant even begin to figure out what its worth to me.