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“No, angel.” His fork tongue shot out and he licked his lips. “You must come and stop them.”
“Stop—”
A massive shout resounded through the palace, and then the sound of big things shattering.
“The hell princes.” Covet’s gaze shot toward her door. “They are fighting, and they will tear the palace down if they don’t stop.”
More crashing and thudding, and it felt like the entire building shook. “Which hell princes?” She stumbled out of bed and hunted for a robe. “Is Lucifer here?”
“No, angel.” Covet held her pale yellow robe out to her. “He is not here. It is the mistress and Wrath.”
Haziel stared at him, aware that her mouth had popped open, and she was gaping. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, mistress.” Covet shook her robe to hurry her along. “The seals are weakening, and their tempers have flared. You need to control them.”
“I can’t control them.” Haziel slipped into her robe. Fighting hell princes were way out of her weight class. She considered sending for Ramiel.
A thud reverberated through the floor, and then two more. It sounded like they were about to bring the walls down around everyone’s ears.
Covet held her slippers out to her. “You must. You must use your angelic power to make them stop, or they will end us all.”
Surely, they wouldn’t…well, Wrath might. Who knew what that hell prince could do in the grips of his temper. But Ava?—
“Wrath!” Ava roared, her voice barely recognizable through the battle lust pulsing through it.
Perhaps, Ava might. “I’m not an archangel.” Stomach in knots, Haziel followed the demon to her door. Ramiel should be here, and from the sounds of it, Michael was needed to take charge of Ava. “I can’t stop them.”
“They will end us all.” Covet tugged at her hand. “You have Ramiel’s power, right?”
“Well.” She followed him down the hall, the sounds of the battle growing louder as they went. “Sort of, but it’s watered down.”
Covet nodded. “I understand. We are the same with Mammon’s power. But we are of her and not her counterbalance.”
“We need Michael and Ramiel.” Haziel didn’t know how to get them to respond from here. Since she’d been in hell, she’d been unable to contact Ramiel at all.
Covet shook his head and tugged harder on her hand. “No time.”
An enormous crash punctuated his statement and Haziel quickened her pace until she was running.
Demons stood in clusters along the hallways as they passed, whispering and flinching as each new sound reached them.
The doors to the throne room had collapsed into the grandiose foyer. As Haziel ran down the stairs, dust and fine particles of marble clogged the air and limited her visibility.
Wrath roared and another massive smash followed.
Then Ava made a sound so feral Haziel’s skin prickled.
Glass smashed, and a marble pillar crashed to the ground. The roof creaked ominously.
Her slippers crunched over broken glass, marble, stone, and crystal as she reached the throne room doors.
Ava and Wrath were locked hand to hand as they hovered in the air, both of them easily ten feet tall. Wing feathers floated in the air like confetti at a parade. Both hell princes’ eyes glowed red, and they bore bloody marks from their conflict.
They would crush her like a bug.
“Here goes nothing.” Haziel sent a fervent wish to the part of her brain connected to Ramiel and released her wings. Maybe he would miss her when she was gone and regret the times he’d left her love unrequited. She hovered close to the pair. “Stop it. You need to stop.”
The fighting hell princes pivoted in the air. Some grappling part hit Haziel and sent her careening through the air and into the wall. Her back hit the wall. The breath was knocked out of her, and pain seared through her wings.
