Page 10 of Hex on the Beach (The Raven Society 2)

I hold her gaze until she nods, then I turn and sweep my eyes over the dance floor. “Now, we need to see where our Energizer bunnies are...”

I catch sight of them, still dancing in the same spot. It’s got to be near midnight at this point. Whatever that drug is, it’s clearly an intense upper. I’m sure it makes the sex amazing. Speaking of…

Our targets finally move off the dance floor, the woman dragging the man behind her. They head off into a corner of the massive room and she shoves him against the wall, where they start to go at it. Sloppy, drunken kisses, uncoordinated fumbles under clothing. When, a couple minutes later, they open a door and disappear behind it, Ven and I head after them. I hesitate a moment outside the door when we reach it, not sure what I’m going to find on the other side. Not that it would be the first time I caught someone in the act.

But when I open the door, I see that it’s a huge warehouse space. Crates of liquor, boxes of paper towels and toilet paper. It’s clearly the club’s storage room. The lighting is dim, but still brighter than the dance floor. Ven and I exchange glances and step inside, letting the door close behind us.

We’re greeted by moans of pleasure and the sound of furniture creaking back and forth. I can’t see the couple, but it’s clear what they’re up to, not that I’m surprised. In fact, from the sounds of things, they’re already pretty close to their grand finale.

“Maybe we should wait outside,” Ven whispers. “This seems creepy.”

Another time I might have offered to join them, but I’m on the job here, and I don’t need another distraction. The one standing next to me is plenty. I nod, and we turn around to leave. At which point the woman’s sounds of climax turn to loud, unnatural growls, and a blast of heat and magic shoot across the warehouse.

What the hell?

The smell of sex spikes the air, along with another very familiar smell.

Sulfur.

A scream, this time fear, coming from the man. Ven shoots me a look, eyes wide. “Stay here,” I say. I jog toward the sound. She doesn’t listen, of course, and follows me.

As we come around a small forklift and look down an aisle of industrial shelving holding cases of booze, another yell splits the air, which turns halfway through into a growl. A second burst of magic washes over us.

And then I catch sight of the couple. They’re both crouched on the ground. Their skin has turned a bright shade of red, and horns protrude from their foreheads. It’s clear they’re no longer human.

They’ve turned into demons.

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