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“Who told you about this place?” I gripped the divine sword tighter, imagining impaling the worthless king and Levia.
I debated tossing the weapon into the water and let it drop to hide it. I didn’t know if the king knew of the divine sword. The sword looked simple and plain, nothing about it appeared worth stealing. But when in use, it was a thing of beauty. I figured they weren’t aware of it since they didn’t ask for it, so I decided to hold on to it.
“You have a traitor. Did you know?” Asmodeus said casually. “Of course you didn’t. But there’s always one. Mine happens to be my only brother.”
And Levia. But I would keep that a secret for now.
“No more talking.” Asmodeus waved a hand, a call to action to one of his soldiers. “Let’s get this over with.”
I didn’t know what he meant and I didn’t care. I tucked the divine sword to my side, somersaulted into a direct line with Asmodeus and drew the sword down. The tip pierced the ground and then I shuddered to a halt, holding back its power with all my might. The demons had Otis and Tank.
That answered my question as to why Asmodeus had raised his hand. The same damn baldheaded soldier who had handled me at the prison shoved Tank to his knees. As he pressed a dagger to Tank’s neck from behind him, he winked at me. I was going to kill him first.
Another soldier did the same with Otis, his long locks falling forward to shield his face. They were both bound with hematite cuffs.
“Careful, Eva.” Asmodeus’s fingers grazed Tank’s hair. “You don’t want to hurt your friends, do you?”
What about Snow and Dawn?
One of you will betray your friends. No. Snow would never, I’d bet my life on it. Perhaps she and Dawn had escaped. They might be hiding near the precipice, waiting for the perfect chance to strike.
I backed away to Zander, paling. I felt his terror. None of us might make it out alive. I stole a glance at the stream, debating whether to jump in, but I never had the chance to explore where it ended. It could even be a dead end.
“What do you want?” I raised my head higher. No demon would make me feel inferior.
No blood on Otis and Tank, or any other evidence of abuse. Good. But Zander and I stood a good distance away and our teammates hung their heads low with shoulders slumped.
They felt ashamed of being caught and I would have to exchange something valuable for them. I understood their humiliation.
“What I want?” Asmodeus patted Tank’s head as if he were a pet.
Don’t touch him. Back away.
“What I want,” he said again, and looked straight at Zander. “The angel you call Little Dove.”
“No. Never.” Zander coiled his fingers into fists. “Let the rest go and you can have me.”
The king let out a fake chuckle as he circled around Tank and Otis, still holding on to his spear. “My mistake. I thought you were Little Dove … Zander.” He lifted a shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “The rumor says your dick is tiny, and it’s a perfect name for someone I’m going to break over and over.”
Zander’s back rippled and the feathers poked out trembling.
The king pounded his spear. “Zander, come to me. Now.”
I grabbed Zander’s arm. I’d thought of countless things I could do or say, but we were cornered. I could kill everyone except for Zander and me with one plunge of the divine sword, but my conscience wouldn’t let me.
If I weren’t emotionally attached to Tank and Otis then I would consider it. I hated myself for thinking that for a second, but lesser angels sacrificed their lives all the time for Seraphim during battles.
It wasn’t right or fair, but Seraphim were few and were looked upon as almost godlike. But we were different than your average team. We had become a family.
Zander pressed his tender lips on my forehead and said for my ears only, “This isn’t goodbye. I’m not afraid of being tortured, but I’m terrified of losing you. Don’t worry, we’ll be together again soon. I promise.”
Maybe Levia could help him. She owed him a favor. I hated admitting that.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill Asmodeus. But I held myself together. I had to ensure the rest of my team was safe. Zander’s sacrifice could not be in vain, and I also had to protect the divine sword, so I tucked it between my wings when everyone’s focus turned to Zander walking toward Asmodeus.
Zander lifted his arms to Levia. She placed the hematite cuffs around his wrists and ankles, blood drained from his face and his shoulders slumped.
Oh Zander. My heart shattered and I couldn’t bear the hollow feeling in my chest. My wings shook violently, the instinct to defend, to kill, urging me to act.
