She'd had a century to practice the long-suffering look she bestowed upon me, but my lips twitched at it nonetheless. "I'm not inept, May! I am perfectly capable of entering a hotel and making my way to my room without encountering any assassins, thugs, anarchists, or muggers, thank you."
"Sorry," I said, contritely.
"Honestly! You treat me like I'm the child and you're the parent, when it's the other way round. I'm almost twelve hundred years old, you know! Just because I need a little help now and again doesn't mean I can't do anything without you..."
She marched off to the elevator with an indignant twitch of her shoulders. I followed more slowly, avoiding the overhead lights and taking the less-used stairs as a question danced elusively in my mind.
How on earth was I going to get the quintessence back to the mage without being caught?
Chapter Two
"Good morning. Is Magoth in?"
"Yes." The female demon looked up from its laptop, using a wicked-looking stiletto to poke a strand of errant blond hair back into an otherwise tidy French twist, all the while eyeing me with obvious disdain. "You're not a demon."
"Er... no, I'm not. I'm a doppelganger. I don't believe we've met-I'm May Northcott."
"Sobe," the demon answered, its mouth set in a prim line. "I've never seen a doppelganger. You are a dark being?"
"Not really, no. I'm a twin, the shadow image of a normal person. Well, not a mortal-she's a naiad."
"A twin?" Sobe's expression turned even more sour. "How does this happen?"
"Oh, you know, the usual way," I said, trying to be bright and perky. It never worked-I just wasn't a bright and perky sort of person. "Someone decides they want an exact copy of themselves, they invoke a demon lord, sacrifice one of their character traits, and poof! A doppelganger appears, after which there is usually much merrymaking and quite possibly an orgy."
Sobe just looked at me, its lips pursed now. I made a mental note that attempts at humor were wasted on demons.
"I see. What are you doing here if you're a naiad's twin?"
"It's a long story, and one that would probably bore you to tears," I said, not wanting to get into my history with a strange demon. "Let's just leave it at the fact that I do some work for Magoth now and again. How is he today?"
"The master? He laughed. Twice."
I flinched.
Sobe nodded, tapping a couple of keys on the computer with long, rose-tipped fingers. "You don't have an appointment, doppelganger. If you work for him, you must know how he gets when his servants approach him without an appointment."
"I'm expected," I answered airily, trying to quell the bile that inevitably rose within my gut whenever I was summoned before Magoth. He might be the lowest of all the demon lords, but my meetings with him were fraught with... well, dread.
"It's your life," Sobe answered with a shrug, returning its attention to the laptop. "What's left of it."
I squared my shoulders, gathering up my strength before I knocked gently on the door that led into a large office. Magoth on the best of days wasn't easy to deal with... A happy Magoth boded ill for everyone.
"Entrez!"
A little shiver ran down my spine as I opened the door. Low, smoky music drifted out of invisible speakers as I negotiated the candlelit narrow hallway that opened into Magoth's living quarters, which he used as his office.
"Ah, May, what a delight to see you again. You look as delicious as ever." Magoth shimmered into view, dressed in a dark blue shirt open three-quarters of the way down his chest, tight black leather pants, and a bullwhip wrapped around his waist.
I cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the whip. "Been watching Indiana Jones movies again?"
His smile was blatantly sexual, right down to the devilish twinkle in his black eyes. "Just indulging myself in a few fantasies. Speaking of which..." He threw himself down onto a white leather couch, patting the seat. "Come sit with Papa."
"Are we ever going to be able to do this without sexual harassment?" I asked, primly seating myself on a chair as far away from him as I could get.
"Sweetness," he cooed, rolling over onto his back and giving me a playful look. "Come. And I do mean that literally."
I thinned my lips and stayed put.
"Hey, little girl." He unbuttoned the last few buttons on his shirt and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Can I interest you in a