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“Your family ceded their rights to the theatre as a home when they became guardians,” Chris said with a smirk.
“Not out of choice.” Dee’s eyes snapped with temper. “A fucking hell gate opened up in our basement. It’s not like we could exactly ignore it.”
Chris looked at Dee with open disdain. “That is beside the point.”
“Bullshit,” Wrath snapped. “That is precisely the point. My daughter’s family behaved with honor when they took on the responsibility of the hell gate. A hell gate that they neither wanted nor had any hand in creating. You are shitting on their honor.”
If Wrath had his power, Haziel was certain his wings would be out by now. Wrath had beautiful wings, glossy black with red and gold lights in the filaments. Her own wings were plain white, like a goose or a duck. She sent a mental apology to her wings for that thought. Wings were wonderful. She loved flying. And while hers might not be as beautiful as the other beings in this room, as a seraph, she had six of them.
“Stay out of this,” Chris bellowed. “This is guardian business.”
“We can’t involve ourselves, Wrath,” Gabriel said and smoothed down her skirt. “According to the treaty, we need to let the different realms manage themselves.”
“Fuck the treaty. This is my daughter we’re talking about.”
Gabriel’s cheeks went pink and her eyes flashed ire. “You can’t say that about the treaty.”
Yeah, Gabriel wouldn’t like anyone being disrespectful about her beloved treaty. She probably tucked it into bed at night with a story and glass of warm milk.
“The only reason you have a daughter,” Ramiel said, “is because you contravened the rules and lay with a human.” His distaste for the idea loaded every syllable.
“Oh, please.” Wrath sneered. “I’m hardly the first one of us to dodge that rule.” He looked around the archangels and hell princes with contempt. “Now, am I?”
Chapter Two
As the meeting descended into loud protestations and objections, Wrath reached his tipping point. If he stayed in the room much longer, he’d burn the whole fucking place down and everyone in it–without his powers. He’d go the human route of a can of gasoline and a match. With a nod to Shade, he turned and stalked out of the meeting. Fucking sanctimonious angels made him want to puke. As for his fellow hell princes, they could fuck right off as well. Hypocrites, the lot of them. Sitting there and pretending like nobody had ever made a little side trip to the human realm.
He stalked into the corridor outside the greenroom.
An attractive woman of middle years with long, dark hair stopped when she saw him, and her mouth dropped open. “Oh, hello.”
He’d seen her around the theatre. She had something to do with the production currently happening. Neither in the mood, nor having the time to play nice, he nodded to her and sidestepped.
“Excuse me.” The woman followed him, her sky-high heels clacking on the linoleum tiles. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
Wrath ground his teeth as he turned. “No, we haven’t.”
“I’m Lillian.” She held out one elegant white hand. “Lillian Hampstead.” She giggled, a sound far more suited to a teenage girl than a grown woman. “Or Lady Macbeth currently.”
That was right. She was an actress. Wrath vaguely recalled something about her being married to the director.
Her green eyes were giving him a thorough eye fucking, which pissed him off and made him want to take a bath at the same time. He took great delight in replying, “And I’m Satan.”
She blinked at him in shock, and Wrath took the opportunity to take the stairs up to the living quarters above.
In the kitchen, he found a half empty bottle of white wine and took a swig. Alcohol was another of those human inventions that supernatural beings had copied. On the fridge, a shopping list was penned in Eddie’s bold scrawl. Ashe had snatched her from right beneath his and Shade’s noses. And he should have stopped it. As her sire, he was no use to his child if he could not protect her. All this power at his fingertips, and he’d allowed Ashe to siphon his power and take his daughter. If this weren’t Eddie’s kitchen, he would tear it apart to get some relief from his rioting insides.
Where the fuck was she, and what was Lucifer doing to her?
He should have ended his brother millennia ago. The fucker was an arrogant, useless piece of crap who thought the sun shone out his ass. Fucking king of hell. Jesus! Only Lucifer could cook something that ridiculous up.
“Hey.” Shade entered the kitchen after him and took the wine from his hand. He grimaced when he saw what it was but took a swig anyway. “They don’t have anything stronger?”
“Nope.” Alcohol didn’t do much for hell princes other than soothe the sharp edges. It was extremely difficult for them to get drunk, and they recovered their senses quickly. Although, without his powers he couldn’t say how anything would affect him, and he took another, longer swig from the bottle. No power also meant no wings, and he missed the freedom and the mind clearing space of flying.
Shade propped his shoulder against the doorjamb and looked at him. “I have to find her.”
Eddie was his daughter, born of his body and his power. Having another hell prince interested in her, as Shade was, brought his simmering anger to a spitting boil. The only worse option would be if she had fallen for an archangel—Ramiel would be the shittiest case scenario. “She’s nothing to you.”
