I unfolded the note, and it took me a few seconds to decipher Adrian’s writing. If he did write me a dating proposal, I really hoped he would type it.

I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?

You did good Roza. Very good. Now sleep.

Adrian's new research partner stepped through the door, and I knew the uneasy peace we'd just established in Palm Springs was about to shatter. Dimitri Belikov had arrived.

You’re killing me here, Sage!” “I’m not doing anything.” “Exactly my point.

Well, if the excitement's over, I think I'll take a bath.' 'Wow. The harsh lifestyle of a succubus. I wish I had your job.' 'Hey, our side's always recruiting. You might need to be a little prettier to be an incubus, though. And a little more charming.' 'Untrue. Mortal women go for jerks. I see it all the time.' 'Touché.

Life, unfortunately, doesnʹt seem to care what we want. Act now while you can actually stop it from being a disaster.