Those who broke
ranks found themselves alongside Lucifer, roasting under the seething
displeasure of their maker.
He’d seen
Abaddon’s messengers and minions tonight and more, like the thing that had
followed him. It had been unnatural, even for a creature from the Beyond. And
what had been that building pressure he’d felt in Roxanne’s last moments? The
hot whip of wind that couldn’t have existed?
Why had they let
him leave with Roxanne? Did that mean she was not their target?
Though he was not
her brother’s reaper, the twins shared more than a birthday. Reece and Roxanne
shared death days, too. Four of them, counting tonight.
He disliked the
turn of his thoughts. Disliked that they led him away from the prize. And he
fucking hated that he could feel the human urging them on.
Creatures of the
Beyond had manifested in Roxanne’s restaurant tonight. Now he couldn’t just
reap her and return home as if he hadn’t seen it. Nor could he go back to the
Beyond and report it. He shouldn’t be here. If he was caught, he’d be banished
to Abaddon.
Both demon and
domain, Abaddon stood for and personified evil and darkness. Abaddon made hell
look like paradise. If at all possible, the reaper—Santo, an irritated voice in
his head reprimanded—would like to avoid it.
That left him one
course of action. He couldn’t reap Roxanne Love.
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