growled.
I twisted, not making it very far as Zayne held on to my wrists. My gaze collided with Lucifer’s once more, and the look on his face said it all. It had to be now. There would be no later. Gabriel would capture me. He’d kill Zayne. He’d kill Roth and Layla and anyone else who was still alive. I couldn’t let that happen.
“I love you, Zayne. I love you with every fiber of my being,” I said, and then nodded at Lucifer.
He charged forward, slamming into Zayne’s side as I pulled with all my strength, breaking his hold. Zayne and Lucifer hit the ground, and it was...
It was surreal, like an out-of-body experience. As if it wasn’t even me who stood there, right hand steady as Zayne shouted, as Lucifer held him down, turning his head to the side, away from where I stood in a gesture I wouldn’t have expected from Satan. I felt nothing as I lifted the dagger. Or maybe I was feeling everything and it was too much, overriding my senses. I lifted my eyes, not wanting to see nothing, but all I saw was gray smoke as I—
A trumpet blared, the sound sudden and loud, seeming to come from all around us. The ground and the very air around us rattled, throwing Lucifer to the side. Zayne popped to his feet, and in a second, his arms swept around me, clamping them to my sides, but I didn’t fight him as I stared up at the sky.
At stars.
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“Someone is in trouble,” Lucifer sang from where he sat on the ground. “And it’s not meee.”
Zayne and I looked over at him as he threw his head back, laughing.
Gabriel flew into the air, appearing above the shifting horde of demons and angels. “No! No!” he shouted. “You have got to be kidding me.”
The trumpet sounded a third time, and I looked up again. The glimmers of bright lights in the sky were rapidly growing closer.
“Do you see this?” I breathed.
“I do.” Zayne held on to me tightly.
Stars fell out of the sky, one after another.
That’s what they looked like as they raced toward Earth. Dozens and dozens of them. Angels. Actual battle angels.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Their wings were bright with grace and their weapons fiery, golden flames. The demons started to turn, to run, but it was too late as they swept through the horde between us and Gabriel.
“You have got to be kidding me!” shouted Gabriel once more, rising into the air. “Now? Now You decide to do something?”
“Someone is about to have a fit,” Zayne remarked.
Gabriel took out several trees.
“About to?” I asked.
A tree fell onto the roof of the house as the ground ahead was lit with heavenly glow.
“It’s not over,” Lucifer said. “Not yet.”
He was right.
“We need to move fast,” Lucifer continued. “I doubt the battle angels are going to hang around. Neither will Gabriel.”
The specks of bright light surrounding the angels were already disappearing, launching back into the sky.
“You ready to finish this?” Zayne dipped his head to mine. “The right way?”
“What I was going to do was the right way in that moment,” I stated, heart slamming against my ribs. “It’s not now.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” he promised, and I rolled my eyes. “I saw that.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“You rolled your eyes.” He let go of my arms.
“I did not.” I totally did.
“We’ll talk about your habitual lying later also.”
“When you guys are done with your foreplay, let me know,” Lucifer commented, shaking a wing that was slowly repairing itself.
I didn’t even bother responding to that as we started forward, picking up speed as we raced across the field.
I didn’t even see the demon until Lucifer launched into the air and came down beside a narrow elm. He yanked a tall demon out from behind it.
“Hello, Bael.” Lucifer shoved his hand through his—
My steps stumbled. Lucifer’s hand had gone straight through Bael’s head. His actual head. The face. The skull. Oh my God.
The wall of flames collapsed as Lucifer dropped Bael. “Goodbye, Bael.”
Zayne threw out his hand, catching me as Gabriel burst out from the smoke, screaming, fiery blade in hand.
“Jesus.” I skidded to a stop, summoning my grace. It stuttered and then flared hotly. Grace pulsed through me. The Sword of Michael exploded in my hand.
“Unbelievable!” Gabriel shouted, swinging at Zayne in pure rage. His blow was blocked by Zayne’s sickles. “Do you really think you’ll win if you kill me? Mankind is doomed, anyway—”
“Can you