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There was an outside chance he was going to lose this fight.
Wrath grabbed the sheepshagger’s ankles and wrenched his feet out from under him.
The demon hit the ground with a boom, and Wrath lunged for him.
He rolled, and Wrath hit dirt.
A boot to the back of his head made him see stars.
Wrath rolled toward him, and crotch itch hit the ground again. This time, Wrath didn’t fuck around, he drew his dagger and plunged it into flesh in one move.
The demon yelped. Black blood spurted from a hole in his thigh.
As Wrath staggered to his feet, the demon’s wound healed, and his dagger popped out of the demon’s flesh.
No way that should have happened.
His loss of concentration cost him, and a kick to his ribs sent him staggering back.
Having the crap beaten out of him sucked. It was not an experience he would recommend, and he stepped back to give himself room to assess and plan his attack. His opponent was strong, like the demoness had said, stronger and faster than he should be.
“Come on.” The demon waggled his fingers at him. “Is that all you got?”
Wrath had to face the disturbing truth that in this moment, the demon might have gotten him on another of those sniveling technicalities, because that might be all he had.
Something whistled past his ear, and he jerked his head away from the sound.
A crystalline blade hit the demon in the throat, and he collapsed.
Haziel brushed past him, ripped the blade out of the demon’s throat and plunged it into his heart.
With a pop and a burst of ash, the demon ceased to exist. A seraph should not have been able to do that, but Haziel wasn’t any seraph; she was Ramiel’s second, which meant if Ramiel ever got tired of being Ramiel, he could transfer his power to her, and she would become the next archangel. Haziel must be closer to Ramiel’s power than any of them realized.
“Right.” Haziel holstered her blade and brushed her hands off before turning to face him. “Not my favorite thing to do, but best we destroy the evidence.” She studied Wrath. “Wouldn’t be good for word to spread there was an angel in hell.”
Surprise had him spitting blood while he tried to formulate a reply.
“You don’t look great.” Haziel stepped closer to him. “That should have healed by now.”
“My power was drained.” And it bit his ass that he had to admit that. “Healing will take longer.”
“Hmm.” She rubbed her hands together. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Bright white light glowed from her hands. Haziel slapped them against his chest and the light went through him like an electric enema.
“Motherfucker!” Wrath jumped back from her and her happy hands.
“You’re welcome.” She giggled.
“That hurt.” But he could no longer taste blood, and his ribs didn’t bitch with every breath.
“I’m sure it did.” She twitched the hood on her cloak back over her face. “But you’re still welcome.”
Wrath dusted off his pants to give himself time to formulate a semi coherent reply. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know.” Her big green eyes widened further as she looked around her. “And if you hadn’t gone scuttling off like a cockroach, I wouldn’t have had to follow you.” She jammed her fists on her nicely rounded hips. “What were you thinking, Satanus?”
Universal tits, but he hated the full name thing. “I was thinking I didn’t need a babysitter to do my job.”
