"Yeah, like I'd get a chance to tell anyone." I sighed. "Roman, if you're not going to destroy me, then what exactly do you want with me? Why did you save me all those times?"

"Because you're the only one in this fucking town with any chance of finding Jerome. And you can move around a lot more freely than I can."

"Um, last time I checked, you're the one in the Junior Smiting League, not me. I don't have any pow-abilities right now to defend myself."

"Yeah, but if you're caught poking around, people aren't going to declare open season on you…I mean, aside from that bitch demoness."

I grimaced at the memory, and Roman pushed forward.

"Look, Georgina, we can sit and argue whether I'm going to kill you or not, or we can try to figure this out and get your boss back. Then we can explore me killing you in more depth."

"God," I groaned, standing up. I needed my cigarettes. Roman watched me light up.

"New habit since I was last around."

"Old one, actually. And I'm not in the mood for lecturing." I sat back down, feeling much more settled with my nicotine. Aubrey wandered out shortly thereafter, apparently not afraid of a sociopathic-yet still eerily sexy-immortal hanging out with us. "So, what's there to figure out? It was Grace. You said you saw the seal around her neck."

Roman eased himself into a chair from my kitchen table and scooted up. "I did. Makes sense that she'd keep it as close to her as possible, though that takes some balls to have it out in the open that much."

"So why won't you let me tell anyone, then?"

He tsked. "Think, Georgina. Who are you going to tell? Which demon in this whole mess do you think you can trust? None of them like Jerome. None of them want him back."

"I was going to tell Hugh."

"You can't tell anybody . I was walking along with you today when Cedric popped in." It figured. There was no telling how long Roman had been following me invisibly. "If he was telling the truth about not telling Nanette about your theories, then that means one of your friends tipped her off."

"No," I said stubbornly. "It's more likely that Cedric was lying. None of them would have betrayed me."

To my complete and utter astonishment, Aubrey jumped on Roman's lap. He scratched her head absentmindedly. "Well, believe what you want, but I don't think it's safe to tell anyone yet. Except me, of course."

"Right. The guy who wants me dead."

"Eh, we can talk about that later. For now, let's go over what we know."

I wasn't really keen on the casual way we were tossing around my impending doom, nor did I like that I still didn't know why he was here. Keeping my mind on Jerome did help, though, and it was nice to finally have someone to truly brainstorm this stuff with.

"We know Grace was the demon who helped with the summoning," I said.

"There could be more, you know."

"Yeah, but there's only one archdemon position."

"True. Just don't rule other possibilities out. She and that other demoness here are pretty tight."

I thought about Mei, whose poker face was as good as Grace's. "Yeah…although, they seem to be operating pretty independently now. But, for the sake of argument, we'll stick with Grace. So, we know she was part of the summoning and has half of the seal. What we don't know: where the other half of the seal is, who helped her, and where Jerome actually is."

"Kind of daunting," he mused.

A thought suddenly came to me. "Wait a minute…you might make this simpler. A greater immortal can break up Jerome's prison. With you, we don't need to actually find the whole seal to free him-or get the half we know about from Grace."

Roman turned sheepish. "Well…I don't know for sure that I can do that."

"Why not? You've got the same powers as Jerome."

"My strength is the same as his when it comes to fighting and whatnot, but I don't have exactly the same powers. I'm not truly a greater immortal. I don't know if I could break him out without the seal."

"Lovely. We're back to where we started."

"I don't know. We should just take this one step at a time. Let's keep trying to find him and figure out where the other half of the seal is."

"We're running out of time," I murmured, stubbing out the cigarette.

"So, why are you smoking again?"

"That's not really important right now," I snapped.

"I don't know. If I had a mortal body, I'd be kind of worried about that."

"I'm not mortal. And I'll be back to my normal self in a few days at most. Probably much sooner."

"Is it because of Mortensen?"

"We are not talking about that right now."

"Never thought you'd be one to take a break-up so hard, seeing how easily you deal them out. In fact…has anyone ever even broken up with you before?"

I fixed him with a glare, so annoyed that I didn't care if he wanted to try to kill me. "We are not talking about that right now."

"Fine, fine. What other info do we have, then?"

I racked my brain. "The cult…the Army of Darkness. I think there's a connection with Jerome's summoning and their activities. Whoever's controlling them-well, Grace, I guess-times their stunts to take attention away from other things." I recapped what I knew of their stunts and what they lined up with. "Not all of their activities correspond exactly to some part of the summoning, though. At least not that I know about."

Roman was thoughtful. "Hmm…well, it's possible some may not line up with anything. A few may be red herrings, sort of to establish their presence. I didn't always follow you to Canada, so I don't know exactly what they're like."

"Wow. Your stalkerdom has limitations."

"Seemed like a big pain," he said. "Aside from maybe going to Tim Hortons."

Nephilim couldn't teleport like greater immortals, so he was limited with normal transportation when following me around. Uneasily, thinking of my activities with Seth, I wondered just how much Roman had spied on me. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd taken a front-row seat to my intimate activities. If he wasn't going to mention it, I wasn't going to.

"They've been quiet ever since the day of the summoning, when they were down here. I guess Grace has nothing left for them to do," I said.

"Likely…" His mind was still apparently spinning with suspicion. "But if I were you, I'd talk to them again."

I cringed. "No…I want to be done with them. You don't know these guys like I do. It's ridiculous."

"All I know is that you've got to turn over every rock you can find-no pun intended-if you're going to rescue Jerome."

"Oh, I've got to, huh?" I asked. I didn't really like the presumption in his voice. "I thought you were going to help find him too?"

"I will. Tomorrow. When are you going to search again?"

I thought about it. "Noon. After work."

There was a knock at the door, and I moved over to the eye hole. "It's Dante," I murmured. To his credit, he usually knocked first before using his key. I rested my hand on the knob and gave Roman a questioning look.

"I'll find you at noon," he said. "Hold the door open a sec after you let him in."

Roman turned invisible, and I pulled the door open. Dante came in, and I stood there a few more moments until I felt the sweep of someone moving past me. Everything had happened so quickly today that I barely had time to realize that not only I had just made contact with the guy who wanted to kill me, but I'd also just made arrangements to spend time with him. Man. This was going to keep me up when I tried to sleep later.

I shut the door and gave Dante a quick kiss on the cheek. He was carrying a bag, and I had to do a double-take.

"Did you buy something from Macy's?" I exclaimed. "I somehow imagined you stepping into a department store would be like a vampire stepping into the sunlight-I mean, current situation aside."