Deidre set down the journal, needing to distract her thoughts before she started to panic again. She sat down on her couch, recalling the nights she spent watching television after work. This world had been all she knew three weeks ago. Now, she felt out of place, like she was sitting in a display at a furniture store. Nothing in the living room was hers.
She went to her bedroom and pushed the door open. It was as she left it. She'd packed her favorite clothes to take with her to Wynn's a few days before she ended up in Hell. She had a ton left and began sifting through her drawers for jeans. She couldn't walk down the streets of Atlanta in her Hell gown. She was going to draw enough attention as it was being a sex-demon.
Demon.
Deidre still couldn't fathom that she'd been turned into some sort of supernatural creature. She paused to look in the mirror. Yes, she looked different. But she didn't have horns or a tail or anything. Just her little fangs and the odd presence she found subtle but which apparently had a staggering effect on men.
Shaking her head, she pulled out a t-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the bed. She reached for the band around her neck securing the dress.
The sound of someone in the hallway made her freeze. The footsteps were soft, but it sounded like more than one person. Her thoughts went to Darkyn but her instincts warned her it wasn't him. She didn't fully understand the demon senses that Darkyn indicated were part of her now. But if they told her she was in danger, she was going to listen.
She tiptoed to the closet and slid inside, peeking through the slats of the door. Two large men entered. Red tattoos flashed on their bodies, indicating they were Immortals. They were dressed more like Gabriel than the Immortals she met at Rhyn's.
Death dealers.
The demon side of her recognized what they were, even if the human side didn't. The idea that Gabriel's people were there brought confusion. If he knew she was there, wouldn't he come himself? Her instincts were at full alarm, but she didn't understand what she had to fear from Gabriel's death dealers.
Unless more than Harmony had betrayed Gabriel. She recalled how his former right hand dealer had turned traitor. Deidre sank back into the closet. She began to steady her breathing and focus, so she could draw a portal when they were gone.
One of them entered the bedroom, cold eyes taking in the surroundings. He walked farther in, appearing to be listening.