Chapter 1The retirement party was almost over when Melissa saw the demon. She’d been drinking cheap wine from a paper cup, thanking her lucky stars that the department could at least hand out alcohol at these parties, especially when they were after hours and she’d been promised so much with her thirty-year career at the college that had not manifested. So, at first, she merely thought the man with long dark hair and a rugged jawline was a side effect of her indulgence. She’d been knocking back all she could to liven up this party and get through all the glad-handing. She was also staring down the barrel of a retirement that she didn’t exactly want. Of course, she’d see a demon.
But he was still there, even as she switched to coffee—really bad coffee, worse than a detective would give her
