“Oh,” Malachi nodded, and tried not to sound too disappointed. He wasn’t, really, but he’d already made the trip here.

Remaining in place almost awkwardly, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of how to act in such a place, he observed the woman’s pacing and tilted his head.

Shit. He had seen her, hadn’t he.

“I… was at the party,” he admitted, reluctant as he was to do so.

“I was the – ah, the devil. One of them, that is.”