“Is she going with you to the Gathering tomorrow night?” Silas froze. Fuck. He’d completely forgotten. Every Infernal leader in Dublin would be at one of the top tier’s clubs for an evening of posturing, expensive liquor, and eventually nothing much of interest other than to scowl at each other and complain they were all doing too much or too little. Silas had to attend—not just because he was one of the Incubi leaders, but because he had to answer for his overstep involving that Star Coven bastard.
