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More power signatures joined theirs. Hell princes and archangels, until Haziel could no longer identify them as individuals.
Inside her, the parasite writhed and fought, drawing harder, as if it sensed it was about to lose its source.
Her vision grew darker, noises muffled. Her breathing slowed, and her heart stuttered and then gave a thready beat.
And then everything stopped. The leach was wrenched out of her. In its sudden absence, she became aware of the ringing silence. Her entire body felt numb and her brain like mush.
“You need to give her to me,” Ramiel said. “I need to take her to my demesne to heal her.”
“You can fuck right off,” Wrath said.
“Haziel,” Ramiel said.
She forced her eyes open to focus on Ramiel hovering above her.
His gaze bored into her. “Your vow. Honor it.”
And her will imploded like a soft cloud within her. She had given her vow to her archangel. Forcing her gaze to meet Wrath’s, she whispered, “I will go with Ramiel.”
Wrath frowned, fury and confusion blending on his face. “Did you miss the part about him knowing what would happen to you?”
She had no more strength, and she simply whispered, “Please.”
* * *
“Wrath.” Shade touched his shoulder, but Wrath shrugged him off.
He sat there like a puppet as Ramiel scooped Haziel’s broken body into his arms.
The impact with the earth had shattered her wings and broken several bones in her body. And Ramiel was to blame for each and every injury. He had knowingly exposed her to the risk, and now she was going with him.
This was so fucking wrong. Every part of him wanted to snatch her away and take her to his demesne and heal her there. Ramiel had knowingly placed her in harm, yet Wrath sat here on the ground and could do nothing but watch the archangel take her from him. And all because of one word, please. Nothing could have persuaded him to give her up but Haziel herself. He would have fought the combined forces of heaven, hell, and earth if they had tried to take her from him against her will, but she had asked him to let her go.
A sharp pain reverberated through his chest, and he had to put his fist against the bone to assure himself his chest hadn’t cracked wide open.
“I will take care of her,” Ramiel said.
Shade stepped between them. “Just fucking go.”
Wind from Ramiel’s wings washed over his face, and still Wrath couldn’t move. The desire to protect Haziel pounded through him like war drums, but she’d asked him to let her go. He would not dishonor her. It was all he could do for her. And somewhere deep inside him, he remembered another female who had also begged him to let her go. You could not make a being stay with you when they did not want to be there.
“What happened?” Sophia was facing off with Gabriel.
“We had to see if the horsemen were really waking.” Gabriel looked at Sophia as if pleading with her to understand. “The only way to truly know the extent of the problem was to expose another supernatural being to their power.”
“You’re a bitch.” Sophia’s slap echoed around the clearing.
Gabriel’s hand flew to her reddened cheek, but eyes wide, she nodded. “I deserved that. I should never have consented to Ramiel using her like that.”
“Why did you?” Michael stood beside Sophia, condemnation written over his features.
Wrath didn’t give a shit. All he could feel was the aching void inside him left by Haziel.
“Let’s go.” Shade put a hand on his shoulder. “Let these assholes deal with Ramiel and Gabriel.”
And Wrath hauled himself to his feet. There was nothing for him here now.
Chapter Thirty-Two
