“Get in.”

The demon’s voice was low and absolute. It opened the back door of the truck Elias had borrowed for the night and waited. Parking-lot lights cast long shadows between the rows of cars. Music still thumped faintly from the gym, distant enough that no one would hear.

Elias climbed in on shaking legs. The demon followed, shutting the door hard enough to rock the vehicle. The space was tight, intimate, filled with the scent of leather, night air, and the smoke-and-iron heat rolling off the creature’s borrowed skin.

The second the latch clicked, the demon was on him.

It pushed Elias flat across the seat, one knee between...