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“Raven, Raven! This isn’t over! I’ll find you. I’ll destroy the universe if I have to.” Elias’s words rip me from the burning world and back to his old bedroom.
“Blessed be the Higher Power,” Meri says. “Blessed be our armies. For this finally ends here.”
I gasp and scream, staring in horror as Mikail slams his sword at Elias, unable to do anything but lie placidly and weak beneath him. Molten power burns over my hand, the mark of my contract with Lucian igniting, unleashing Hell through my palm. The angels yell and scream as the hot power whips over them, burning the wings of their feathers and smoldering their skin.
With the burst of energy from Hell, I scramble to my feet and charge them, slapping my hand to Mikail’s arm, branding him with Lucian’s mark the same way I had branded Zade. The angel outside the window yanks Meri through but not without the shock of power burning him too. It lights the whole room in strange flames, the heat painful but nothing like the agony still coursing through me.
“Raven, let it go!” Elias shouts, struggling to get to his feet. “You have to let it go!”
My body acts as a vessel for the power of Hell and it simmers like a boiling pot about to overflow. Elias’s words knock sense back into me, spilling the darkness from my being until the fiery world fades. My knees buckle as I try to step toward him, and I fall flat on my stomach. Shadows steal the world from me, leaving me in a strange abyss of darkness, though the pain of my body doesn’t release me. I focus on trying to move, trying to speak, trying to do anything to drag me from this strange state.
“Darlin’, hey. Hey, it’s over. You fucking did some strange-ass Hell power shit. You saved me.” Elias drags me into his arms and cradles me, running his hand over my beaten and bloody body. “Now let me look at you. I’ll destroy those bastards for hurting you.” Carefully, Elias tugs up the hem of my shirt and intakes a sharp breath.
“Shit, this is bad, isn’t it?” I ask, whacking his hand away from my burned yet still slightly bleeding stab wound. “It hurts like a mother fucker.”
Elias locks his hand around mine, restraining me the best he can while he looks at my stomach. “It seems that most of the wound has been cauterized. Do you think you’ll be able to walk? I don’t think we should stay here.”
I groan and rub my hands against my eyes. “Do you have a phone or something here? I can call—”
Light glows from the broken window, startling me. Elias drags me to my feet and helps me walk toward the hallway. This isn’t over. One of the angels said they were blocking my devils.
“I don’t think they’ll be able to get to us if they wanted to, but I know somewhere we can go, but you have to trust me.” Elias tightens his jaw, guiding me toward a side door that leads to an empty one-car garage. He snags the single helmet off a work bench and doesn’t give me a chance to argue before locking the strap in place.
“You have a motorcycle?” I ask in surprise.
“Did you really think I was going to surrender all of my human possessions when I moved in with you guys? This is my house. I wasn’t just going to sell it and risk not having a backup plan. It’s no secret.”
“I hate that I didn’t know,” I mutter, trying to suppress my fear. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, and this one looks...like it’s been through as much as his beater of a car.
He takes my hands in his for a moment. “We’ll amend that, okay? The not knowing. I swear when we get home, you’re going to know everything there is to know about me. Things you won’t even want to know.”
I force myself to smile. “Good. Because unlike what those bastard angels think, our bond can never be broken. If anything, they just proved to the universe that we’re strong as fucking Hell.”
“Hot, too,” he murmurs, kissing my nose. He flicks the visor of the helmet down. “Hold on tight. We’re going to need to outrun the angels.”
Shit.
Hell help us.
