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Covet was there, helping her to stand. “Are you all right?”
“No.” Haziel staggered to her feet.
A block of masonry crashed into the floor not three inches from her, and she leapt out of the way.
Putting every ounce of her Ramiel power into her voice, she reached deep within for her power well and bellowed, “STOP!”
Miraculously, they did both glance at her.
“Cease.” Her voice caused plaster dust to rain from the ceiling.
“Angel,” Ava snarled. “You are in the wrong place.”
That stung, even though Haziel knew Ava was lost to battle lust. “Ava?” She softened her tone. “It’s me. Haziel. You invited me to stay.”
Ava blinked at her. Some of the red draining from her eyes.
“Wrath.” Haziel fluttered closer to him. Massive and pulsing with power as he was now, he could rip her wings from her and dismember her in seconds. “Please, Wrath. You need to stop fighting.”
“Haziel,” he growled and launched himself at her.
Huge hands fastened around her shoulders, bruising her arms, and Haziel whimpered, “Please.”
She’d never been frightened of Wrath before, but as he was now, he was terrifying.
“Wrath,” Ava said, her voice no longer sounding like it came from the depth of depravity. “Wrath. Don’t hurt her.”
Wrath flinched and glanced down at his hands. With a yell, he released her and shot away across the room.
Haziel tapped into Ramiel’s calm tranquility and tried to send it through the throne room. It hit the raging emotions of Ava and Wrath and dissipated.
The hell princes circled each other again, teeth bared and eyes gleaming.
“No.” Haziel wouldn’t consider herself a brave angel, which is why she didn’t think about it as she launched herself between them. Holding out her hands, she tried again. “You need to stop. You’re not yourselves. It’s the seals. They’re making you do things you wouldn’t normally do.”
“It’s working, angel,” Covet hissed from the door. “Keep talking.”
And Haziel did. It was like standing between a tsunami and a towering cliff and words poured out of her. “The seals are weakening, and they’re ramping up your emotions. You are not yourselves. You actually like each other. And you both like me. At least, you both seem to like me, and if you don’t stop glaring at each other you’re going to fight again. I’ll be caught in the middle, and you’ll both end me. I don’t want to end. I’m a relatively young angel. As angels go. I have so much more I want to do before my time comes. And if I end here in hell, I don’t know what will happen?—”
“Haziel.” Wrath took her by the shoulders, his touch gentle. “Stop.”
“Nope.” She screwed her eyes shut and gave every drop of Ramiel power she had to keep them apart. “If I stop talking, you’re going to start fighting again.”
“Haziel,” Ava this time. “Open your eyes. We’re calmer.”
She dared to crack her lids. They were back on the ground, and both hell princes had receded to a more normal size. The throne room was a shambles, and both hell princes were bloodied and sweating.
Wrath gently stroked the flesh of her upper arms. “Did I do that?” He was looking at the red marks on her arms with real regret.
Haziel nodded. “But you were not yourself. You were in the midst of battle lust.”
“I lost control.” Wrath shook his head. “I’ve never lost control. Even at my angriest, I retain control.”
“You weren’t alone in that.” Ava looked around her at the devastation and sighed. “I woke with this overriding desire to get you out of my palace.”
Wrath nodded but kept his gaze on her. “My apologies, Haziel. I would never want to hurt you.”
“I know.” She nodded and stepped closer to him. “But I think we should leave now. Two hell princes this close together with the seals weakening can only spell more trouble.”
