Our talk didn’t bring Rohan to an earth-shattering epiphany. It certainly didn’t get me any closer to my goal of having Ari checked. All that happened was that Rohan avoided me the next day. I buried myself in more training, then headed up to my room, stopping in surprise as I entered.

My tap shoes were sitting on my bed. I reached a tentative finger out to touch them. Last time I’d seen them had been at my parents’ place. Ari would have mentioned if he’d brought them over. Except he wouldn’t have. As far as he was concerned, I’d shut that part of myself down. Only one person was aware that I’d danced again that one time.

I pressed my palms to my cheeks. Was this about me? About him? About us? Not that there was an us.

“Babyslay?” Kane stood in my doorway. “Rabbi Abrams wants to see you in his office.”

Hope rising in my chest, I bolted downstairs, skidding to a stop as the rabbi’s office door opened and my shell-shocked twin stumbled out.

“I’m still an initiate,” Ari said.

Behind his desk. Rabbi Abrams paused his polishing of a gold bar engraved with symbols to throw me a thumbs up. With a whoop, I jumped up and down.

Ari wore the same dazed look all the way out to the car.

“You’re happy, right?” I asked.

“Yeah. I just… need to process that it’s for real.” He sank into the driver’s seat, shaking his head. “Listen, Rabbi Abrams wants us to keep this between the three of us for now. Something about figuring out why re-running my induction ceremony didn’t work.” He popped his seat belt in with a click.

“Okay, but that means no unting-hay emons-day on your end.”

Ari started the car. I shut his door, doing my happy dance for the benefit of his rear view mirror until the car had veered out of sight down the drive.

I danced my way up the back stairs into the kitchen where I found Rohan sitting on the counter, texting. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” I threw my arms around him.

He jumped down, sliding his phone into his pocket. “I shouldn’t have held up the mission like that.”

My exuberance leaked out of me and I stepped back. I mean, yeah, it was a perfectly good reason to do the theme song but what about the tap shoes? Weren’t they symbolic of well, something?

Before I could ask, Drio bounded into the room and grabbed Rohan in a bear hug, spinning him around.

“Dude. Put me down.”

Drio squeezed him one more time then messed up Rohan’s hair. “I could kiss you!”

I could watch that.

“We’ll have the proof to take Samson down in no time.” Drio did a quick one-two step. “Prague, here we come!”

“Why Prague?” I asked.

“The final part of the production is being shot there.” Drio eyed me up and down, one hand braced on the counter. “Want to go?”

“Suuuure.” I pointed to the stairs. “I’ll pack my bags.”

“I’m serious.” He jerked his index finger up and down my body. “You’re attractive enough.”

I fluttered my hands in front of my face. “You think so?” I dropped the act. “Attractive enough for what?”

“Yes, Drio,” Rohan said. “Whatever are you up to?”

Drio’s hands gestured excitedly as the words tumbled out of him. “You doing the song opens up a bunch of new ways to plant more Rasha in the inner circle. As part of your entourage, I’ll be vetted by his posse no problem.” He jerked his thumb at me. “And any ‘friend,’” he used air quotes, “of the great Rohan Mitra’s…”

“Hell no,” Rohan growled.

I punched Drio. “I’m not whoring out for a demon.”

“You don’t have to fuck him,” he said. “But you’re his type. Be a tease. I don’t care. The more people we have on him, the faster we take him down. Besides, you’re a good Rasha,” he added grudgingly.

Wow.

Still, any plan of Drio’s to send me in and play nice with a demon needed to be examined inside and out for all the possible ways I could end up dead. I started with Baruch, dropping the comment casually in during a training session the next day. “Drio wants me to go to Prague undercover and get close to Samson for proof he’s a demon. What do you think?”

I startled my trainer enough that I managed to land a right hook on his jaw. A first.

“Ben zona,” Baruch swore. “No.”

“It wasn’t a yes or no question, Tree Trunk. I could help.” I raised my fists back up to my face.

“You have no experience.” He corrected my stance.

I laughed. “Getting guys? That’s pretty much the most experience I have.”

“Outing demons. You don’t have to do this.”

Oh, I knew that, but I figured that the Brotherhood would, too. Sure, Ari would be taken care of now but they were still undecided on me. I wanted to change that.

“Scale of one to ten,” I asked later, “with one being me coming out unharmed and ten being my grisly remains found twenty years from now. Where do you put this job?”

“Fifty-seven,” Kane said. We sat on the front porch, Kane keeping me company “for no reason” but really because Ari was coming over.

“You don’t think I could do it?”

“I don’t think I could do it and I’ve pulled straight boys with the best of them.” Kane wagged a finger at me. “King is dangerous. And not in the fun way that makes you do that moaning sound that I find highly irritating to have to hear, child who has not processed that my room is directly over Rohan’s.”

I blushed.

Ari showed up, looking between me still totally embarrassed and Kane, legs splayed in his Adirondack chair. “Do I want to know?” he asked.

“Your sister is being very naughty.”

“That would be a no, then.”

“Also, she has a death wish.” Kane got up. “Talk to her.” He swatted me across the top of the head and went inside.

Ari sat down in the vacated chair and held out a gift bag.

“What’s this?” I pulled out a giant box from the fancy-ass chocolatier I loved but could never really afford.

“Because you believed in me.”

“Aww, Ace.” I kissed his cheek.

He allowed one peck before he swatted me off. “What was Kane babbling about?”

“Prague.” I explained the situation and why I wanted to do it.

“You’re not ready.”

“I’m Rasha.” I lit up my hand. “I am not without resources.” I flexed my fingers. “Ever since I became a hunter, I’ve been focused on doing this job to survive or prove a point that I wasn’t a total fuck up. But I’ve missed having something to be passionate about and being Rasha might be it. You were right. I am happy. At least, I’m starting to be.”

Ari was silent for a while. “Okay.”

“Also, I–wait. Okay?”

He nodded. “You’re right. You’re Rasha. This wouldn’t even be a discussion if you were a guy. And the passion for the gig? I get it.”

“We are going to be the coolest super twins ever.” I broke open the chocolates. While I chose mine by shape most likely to contain nuts, Ari carefully studied the legend. My first choice contained a macadamia so I nailed it. Next I went for a dark chocolate surprise. “So you don’t think the Prague idea is a subtle murder plot by Drio?”

“No. Though once Samson’s dead, you might want to watch your back. Sweet! Hedgehog.”

“Wait!” I tried to grab the chocolate, but Ari stuffed it in his mouth before I could. “No fair. There was only one of those.”

“You snooze, you loose,” he said through a mouthful.

“So much for gratitude.”

He looked at me like I was insane. “It was a hedgehog. You’d push me into traffic for one.” I couldn’t argue with that, though I did make sure and eat his second favorite flavor of Mexican hot chocolate truffle next.

Once I had Ari’s support, blessing, and common sense take on the matter, I gave Drio my assent. He told me that he was waiting for official permission from the Brotherhood, but that he expected the call soon.

I hurried downstairs to Rohan’s room, rapping softly on the door. “Hey, Snowflake.” My plan was to keep things professional. He hadn’t said word one to me about the tap shoes so I was taking that to mean it had simply been a kind gesture from a colleague.

Rohan stepped out from behind his half-open closet door, dressed in tight black jeans and a white T-shirt, his hair spiky and gelled. And, oh my, he was wearing eyeliner.

He grinned his rock fuck grin.

I clutched the doorframe in support as every bone in my legs dissolved into jelly. “I’ve decided to go to Prague.” My voice came out in a squeak.

“I heard.” He advanced on me, pure strut. The light caught the silver of his multiple rings on each hand.

I eeped and held onto the doorframe harder. “Maybe I’ll run into you while I’m there.”

I prayed that Prague was a big enough city that that absolutely would not happen, because with him dressed like this and in full rock god mode, I didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m sticking close to have your back on this assignment.” He skimmed his hand over my hip, the warmth of the black leather strap worn with a single fat silver bracelet on his right wrist brushing against my skin.

“Dressed like that?” I stammered. My heart beat a furious tempo at the clear and present danger of this incarnation of Rohan. I flapped a hand at him. “Surely, you don’t have to go zero to a billion? Start small.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about how you missed dancing like breathing.” His arrogance fell away, leaving a soft vulnerability that hit me harder than the rock god look. “It made me realize that I’d been holding my breath, too. That, after Asha, I hadn’t thought I deserved music in my life.” His gaze turned penetrating. “I hadn’t admitted that to anyone. Not even myself until now. Until you.”

I had to jump start my breathing. “Happy I could help,” I squeaked. I tried to step away but he held me fast. Careful what you wish for, idiot. I swallowed, his raw charisma flooding my system.

“I’m meeting with Forrest about the song. And I wrangled an intro to King. Now I need more of an entourage than just Drio.” He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. “You were nominated and won as groupie.”

“Mazel tov to me,” I murmured, practically pulling the frame off the wall. My mouth was dry and my brain had gone wonky and stupid in the face of his pure male swagger. Oh, how misguided I’d been with my whole “players and their games” insight I’d had on Rohan.

I hadn’t even begun to see his game because Rohan Mitra had been slumming in the junior league with me. Nope, I was screwed, and this time, I didn’t think I’d get a say in how.