When Levi opened the car door and Harper slid out, her jaw almost dropped at the sight of the huge, luxurious hotel that she realized was on the Vegas strip. She found herself once again saying quietly, "Holy fuck." She suddenly felt out of place in her jeans and t-shirt, particularly since she was standing next to Knox, who was looking rather edible in his dark tailored suit.
Seemingly unaware of her attack of self‑consciousness, Knox took her by her wrist and led her inside the hotel. The interior was even more impressive; so grand and lavish it was intimidating. Several staff members, most of whom were demons, came to Knox to chat with him; he didn't even break his stride or release her as he replied to their queries.
Realization dawned on her.
"You own it, don't you?"
"Yes. And stop panicking."
"I don't panic."
His mouth twitched. "Of course you don't. My mistake."
