It was dawn by the time they stepped back into Benjamin’s apartment, where they would wait until they received word from Lucas. He’d told them it might take him a few hours to break the spell, so they’d decided they would spend the day resting, hoping by nightfall they could hunt down Marissa’s captor. The morning’s faint light had dispelled night and darkness, and Atticus powers had almost faded completely when he and Marga stepped into the apartment—and ran into the incubus who owned it.

The demon stood in the hallway, in the process of zipping up a duffel bag. “Good,” he said to Atticus, his eyes gleaming with amusement,...