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Harvester barked out a laugh. “Sure.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are.” She sighed. “But you’re asking me to run from a fight. It’s as if you don’t know me at all.”
“I’m not asking,” he growled. “I’mtelling.”
“Has that ever worked on me?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, completely unaffected by his command. “Do you evenknowme?”
Yeah, he’d screwed up. Shouts of anger and insults rose from the front as the Powers moved in. “Just…don’t get killed.”
“That, I can do.”
Reaver kissed her and then shot into the air, his golden wings that made him unique among Celestials cutting through the room with a whisper. He landed next to Metatron as Powers surrounded them.
“Camael.” Reaver pushed through the crowd to the leader of the Powers. “What are you doing?”
Camael grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside. “You need to choose sides. Right now. I know Metatron raised you, but you belong with us. With your Order.”
“You can’t do this. You all agreed to a timeline. This is a damn coup.”
Camael snarled. “The Archangels have given us no choice! They refuse to call for a Convention, so this is the result. Stand with us, Reaver. I can make sure you are given a fair trial.”
“A fair…what?”
Something clamped around his neck, and he went numb from the top of his skull to the tips of his toes.
Camael patted his shoulder, but he couldn’t feel it. “I’m sorry, Reaver. You and Gabriel, you went too far when you helped Azagoth. The Archangels have allowed you too much freedom and not enough structure. It’s not your fault, it’s not as if there’s another Radiant around to guide you. We will explain that to the Throne’s tribunal when they investigate your involvement in the Azagoth fiasco. With any luck, they’ll go easy on you.” He nodded to a couple of battle angels behind him. “Take him to containment.”
Oh, no.No.
This was bullshit!
Harvester scanned the room, her mind working furiously. Her instinct was to pop her wings and do a strafing run through the auditorium, blasting every fucking asshole who was in on the coup. And a few decades ago, she’d have done just that. She’d have caused death and destruction and wouldn’t have regretted a thing.
But mating Reaver and getting her wings back had taught her a measure of restraint. Going off half-cocked could make things far worse for Reaver, and it could leave her in chains, as well. And that could happen anyway, if those who captured Reaver and Metatron thought she was a threat to them too.
She had to get out of here.
Even though she assumed the traitors had restricted everyone’s ability to flash out, she tried. Sure enough, nothing happened.
Fuckers.
“Verrine.”
Her heart jumped into her throat at the sound of her angelic name coming out of Zaphkiel’s mouth. Drawing on her powers, she wheeled around to the Throne.
“Where are you taking my mate?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” He flapped his wings. “We won’t hold him indefinitely. We just need to find a way to…neuter him a little.”
“Neuterhim?”
“We can’t keep allowing him to run around with all those powers. Radiants were meant to be controlled, not given freedom. But don’t worry, we will give him his powers back when the Apocalypse is nigh. Right now, we need to make sure you don’t cause trouble.”
“So, you’re imprisoning me too?”
“No, but you are restricted to Heaven. You will not be allowed to travel to the human or demon realms.”
