Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,102
angelic weapons used by archangels, and they can kill anything with angelic blood, including an angel. We need them.”
Dez let out a low whistle as Nicolai nodded. “We’ll get them to you ASAP.”
“Why would Gabriel leave them behind if they can kill him?” Danika wondered the same thing I had. “Or anyone working with him?”
“They were found on Morgan,” Zayne said, referencing one of the Wardens who’d been killed. “Gabriel was the one killing Wardens, and I seriously doubt he would’ve left them behind.”
“Unless he’s that arrogant,” Dez mused. “And thought we wouldn’t figure out what they were.”
“Possible.” Zayne’s thumbs pressed into the tight muscles at the base of my neck.
Arrogance could lead to some pretty stupefying decisions, but that? “Could it be possible that someone else did? Archangels are fast, and that camera feed was messed with.”
“You’re suggesting that another archangel could’ve left the blades there?” Danika tipped forward. “Impaled them in the Warden after Gabriel killed him?”
“That sounds really disturbing when you put it that way.” I wrinkled my nose. “But maybe it was the only way it could be done without anyone knowing who did it?”
“Why would they be worried about anyone knowing they did it?” Dez asked.
“Probably due to some stupid heavenly rule,” I muttered.
“Actually, it would be against a rule,” Zayne said. “The agreement angels made to not raise arms against one another. You were that loophole,” he reminded me. “I’m a loophole. An archangel leaving those weapons behind could technically be considered another loophole.”
“With those blades, do we even need Lucifer’s help?” Danika asked.
“I think we’ll need all the help we can get,” I told them. “To use those blades, we have to get close to him, and he’s...he’s strong and fast.”
“But Lucifer?” Dez repeated.
“With or without Lucifer, we need to be able to actually find Gabriel—”
“I know how we can find Gabriel,” I announced, the idea taking shape. “All we need is me.”
“Going to need more detail there,” Zayne said.
“Gabriel has sent demons for me. The imps? He sent them before, and I bet he sent the Seeker demons,” I said. “He’s not going to let me sit and chill between now and the Transfiguration. So, we set a trap—”
“I know where you’re going with this,” Zayne interrupted. “And no.”
The corners of my lips turned down. “Excuse me?”
“You’re going to suggest using yourself as bait and I cannot get behind that.”
“I didn’t know I needed you to get behind—” I squeaked as Zayne spun me and the bar stool around. I stared up at him, eyes wide. “That was like one of those carnival rides. The kind with those little teacups that spin and—”
“You’re not using yourself as bait, Trin.” He glared down at me, the glow behind his eyes intensifying. “No way. That’s too dangerous.”
“Anything we are about to do is too dangerous,” I argued. “We need to be able to find Gabriel, and as far as I know, there’s no archangel private investigator we can hire.”
“You’re right that everything we have to do is dangerous, so we don’t need to go out there with the mentality on how we can make this even more so.”
“He’s not going to kill me, Zayne. Spoiler alert, he needs me alive until the Transfiguration.”
The white light flared behind his pupils. “Death isn’t the only thing I’m worried about. Bael is most likely with him, and that is one demented, pain-loving demon.”
“It’s not like I don’t know how to defend myself. I have grace and those angel blades.” I struggled not to get too angry since I knew his refusal to hear this out was coming from a place of love and fear. “I could easily be tagged with a tracer or something, and you can follow me to where he is—”
“And what if something goes wrong? The tracer doesn’t work or they find it on you?” he shot back. With his hands still on the sides of the bar stool, he lowered his head so we were almost eye level. “What if I don’t get to you in time?”
I took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Just a reminder—he needs me alive.”
“And just a reminder, he can hurt you. Bad. He could hurt our—” He cut himself off with a sharp breath. “Death isn’t the only thing we have to worry about.”
But he didn’t need to finish what he was going to say, because I knew what he was thinking of. Our child. Our possible child. My stomach dipped sharply. I hadn’t even thought