Lost in Time (Blue Bloods 6)

“No service for your type here.”

Mimi sat up, affronted, and began to argue. “Helda gave me permission to—”

“Helda’s up there,” the demon answered, pointing with his thumb. “I don’t care what Helda said. No Fallen in my club. Unless your blood is silver, no dice, baby. makes everyone uncomfortable.” He gestured to two ugly trolls who were stationed at the doors—who’d just let them in, in fact—and they pulled Mimi and Oliver from their seats.

“Let me go!” Mimi demanded. “You can’t do this! Do you know who I am?”

“What about him?” one of the trolls asked their boss, nodding at Oliver.

“What about him?” the demon snarled.

“He’s alive,” the troll said hungrily. “Can we have him?”

“Yeah, I don’t care.”

The trolls grunted their approval and began to drool.

Mimi struggled, but the trolls were too strong. They began to march them out of the VIP room when a low, smooth voice cut through the drone.

“Let them go, Beelzebub.” The voice was familiar, and Mimi froze. She couldn’t breathe for a moment—scarcely believing that after all the hardship in her journey, she would be rewarded at last. She slowly turned around to see a handsome man standing to the side, his face hidden in shadow.

Nothing happened. The demon growled.

“I said, let them go. Or am I not making myself clear?”

“Down, boys,” the demon said, and the trolls released their hold.

Oliver squinted at the dark figure who’d saved them. He was pretty sure he knew who was talking, but for a moment he didn’t know whether to feel relieved or to remain frightened.

He decided anything was better than having those trolls saliv-ating over him.

“But boss, they’re stinking up the place,” the demon whined, looking cowed and frightened.

“You’re only smelling yourself,” the handsome fellow said, with an amused grin at his delectable insult. “Go on, now, and find other guests to harass; but leave my friends alone.”

He stepped into the light and held out his hand. “Force,”

Kingsley martin said, looking just as smooth and debonair as ever. There was something new and different about him, but it wasn’t his looks: he was still the same sexy beast with the same saucy forelock, the same sparkling dark eyes. Kingsley always looked ready for fun, but now he also looked relaxed and at ease, perfectly comfortable in his new surroundings. He looked neither miserable nor tortured, and Mimi had to stop herself from running to his arms, as something she saw in his face made her hold her emotions in check.

Kingsley did not look surprised to see her. Or shocked, or excited, or any of the emotions she had thought he would show when they were finally reunited. He looked as if something of minor interest had wandered in. “How nice to see you here. You need a drink?”

Mimi wondered what kind of game he was playing. Did he not want to show her how he felt about her in front of the trolls and demons who surrounded them? This from the boy with the quick fingers and insatiable lust? She remembered how fast he could get her undressed when he wanted her—and he’d wanted her very much and very often back then. Thi

s from the boy who’d sacrificed himself so she could live? Well, she could match his light tone. She was Mimi Force, after all, and if Kingsley was going to play that game, if he wanted a chase, then she would give him one.

“Sure. What are you pouring?” she asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder and settling back into their corner table.

Kingsley snapped his fingers and a beautiful virago appeared. The Amazon was almost six feet tall and dressed in a tiny silver dress that showed off her bountiful assets. “Siren, make sure my friends get everything and anything they wish,”

he drawled.

“Sure thing, boss.” The cocktail waitress placed two leather-bound drink menus on the table. “What’ll you have?

Everything’s on the house.”

Mimi opened the book to choose a libation, and when she looked up, Kingsley had disappeared. She turned to Oliver questioningly, but he only shrugged.

“You’re friends of Araquiel’s? You’re so lucky,” their waitress whispered.