danger—to him and herself.
“It’s really not a problem,” he said. “I’ll dig out the key and open it.” He glanced up, at the camera hidden behind a heat duct register, and wished he could see inside the secret room.
He hoped like hell his vampire friend had been saved and they’d all slipped out the other exit as he stepped inside the office. After banging the desk drawers open and closed a few times, he rejoined the women who had not budged from their spot. He pulled out the ring of keys he always carried. “I think it was right here all along,” he said with a forced laugh. “Per the fire department ordinance, I’m supposed to carry it with me all the time since it opens up the other exit from the club.”
“Other exit?” Paige asked. “But you said nothing was behind that door.”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to mention what it really was, or I thought that you might not want to invest in the club,” he admitted. Honestly.
He had kept a lot from her—ever since he’d entered her life again. But, without her money, the building manager would have shut down the club. Ben had been unable to save the last owner, who’d been fatally wounded in a fight in the club. Sebastian couldn’t have asked Ben for the money; he’d already asked too much of him, forcing him to keep secrets that had cost him his marriage. And with nowhere else to go in Zantrax, most of the society would have moved away—to more welcoming cities and eras. Sebastian hadn’t wanted to leave her.
But she would have been safer had he left.
“Why wouldn’t you want to mention another exit?” Paige asked, her blond brows furrowed in confusion.
“Because it’s an exit to be used only when the other one is blocked. It goes into the sewers,” he said.
“Sewers?” Paige asked, her nose wrinkling with distaste.
“It’s the only other way out of a basement club. So you ladies might want to step to the side of the hall in case some rats run out when I open the door.”
Paige clutched at the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Rats?”
He slid the key into the lock. As he did, Paige dropped her hand from his arm and moved behind him. Kate, however, stepped closer. And covered his hand with hers.
“Uh, that’s okay,” she said. “You don’t need to open it. I can see now that this would open into the sewers.”
“Well, there’s actually another door behind it,” he admitted, “to the stairwell, which takes you down deeper into the sewer. Then you have to follow that tunnel to the ladder that leads up to a manhole cover in the street.”
All of which was true. Zantrax sewers were legendary as passageways for those who wanted to remain unseen. And undead. Club Underground bridged the world between mortals and immortals. A bridge that few should dare to cross.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to open it?” he asked, turning the key in the lock.
The detective tightened her grasp on his hand. “No, it’s not necessary.” She was clever and perceptive. “As you said earlier, it’s late. You should take Paige home.”
It was too late for that. The sun was just rising as he’d slipped inside the club moments earlier. “I can’t,” he said. “Can you see her home? Make sure she gets there safely?”
“But you said you were tired,” Kate reminded him. “Aren’t you going home? So that you can stay with her?”
“Just because I’m going to bed doesn’t mean I’m going home,” he teased with a wink at the obviously disapproving detective. “Besides which, she’ll be safer with you. You carry a gun.”
“I don’t need anyone to see me home,” Paige said, her chin lifted with pride and independence.
He suppressed a grimace over his pang of guilt and regret. Ben was right—he shouldn’t have involved her at all. She should have been the one coming to him for help—not the other way around—but he’d never been there for her like she deserved. She deserved so much better than to have him in her life…
“You don’t have a car, remember?” he called after her.
“Neither do you,” Kate reminded him with a faint smile.
He forced his cocky grin and stepped closer to the sexy detective. “But I never have a problem getting a ride.”
“You’re wasting your time flirting with me, Sebastian,” she warned him.
He only flirted with her because he knew she’d never take him up on his many offers. It wouldn’t take a woman like her long to learn everything.
“I’m too much for you to handle, Detective,” he teased.
She laughed but didn’t deny it. “I already have more than I can handle, Sebastian.” She turned to Paige, who’d stepped out of the office clutching her purse. Instead of joining them where they stood at the door, she headed off down the hall. “But the most important thing is to find who’s stalking your sister.”
“No,” he said.
She glanced at him in surprise.
“The most important thing is to keep her safe.”
Kate opened her mouth, as if she had questions for him. But then she only nodded and headed after her friend.
Sebastian leaned back against the steel door and exhaled a ragged sigh of relief. Then the metal creaked and the door opened. He shifted his weight forward and turned, so that he wouldn’t fall into the room.
God, he hated that room—hated the smell of death that clung to it. Ben had saved many people, himself included, but he’d lost many, too. Like the man who lay atop the table, the stake protruding from his chest.
This was Sebastian’s fault, too. He’d called in a favor to have Owen protect Paige—and the man had died carrying it out. Guilt and self-condemnation gripped him, tightening the muscles in his stomach.
Condemnation filled Ingrid’s dark eyes, for a moment crowding out the madness, as she met his gaze. “You’ve done it again, Sebastian.”
“I stopped them from entering,” he said, and he stopped himself now, holding back from crossing that threshold into the room of death. Blood stained the floor beneath Ben’s makeshift operating table. The surgeon was gone, but he’d been there, trying to save another patient.
“Those mortals wouldn’t have even been here if not for you,” Ingrid persisted.
“No,” he agreed. “None of them would have, including Ben.”
“Who is she—this new mistress of the Underground?” Ingrid asked, her usually husky voice even thicker with disdain.
“Someone important to me,” he said. “I don’t want her getting hurt. If you know who’s threatening her…” Or if she were the one threatening her…
Ingrid’s hatred of humans was well known. “And if I did…?”
“You’d
