LITMIR.BIZ

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that I help you retain yours.” Jarrod took two steps back, then offered a lopsided smile. “You surprise me, Raum. Do yourself a favor and get the seraphim here, then take Ember Riddick where Mammon can’t find her until Nexus has been sealed. Leave the fighting to the angels and demons.”

      “But I am a demon,” Raum protested.

      Jarrod cocked his head at him, still wearing his half smile. “Are you?”

      “Wait,” Raum began, holding out one stillsmoking hand to stop him. But it was no use.

      In the irritating manner of all ethereal beings, the Reaper had already gone.

      And Raum was left in the darkness with nothing but the steady sound of Ember’s beating heart.

      Chapter 5

      When it hit, the goblet shattered the looking glass into a thousand pieces.

      “Hellfire!”

      Mammon’s roar filled the Chamber of Glass, echoing off the infinite mirrors of all shapes and sizes that covered walls soaring upward into infinity and beyond sight. He hovered in the air for a moment longer, the enormous black wings that sprang from his back holding him steady, and stared at the shattered glass where only a moment before his daughter’s face had been.

      He had come here to gloat over his progress with her, to toast himself with the finest wine Hell could offer. A handful of the Fallen nobility had sired children with humans over the centuries, but half-breeds truly of the blood were rare. And none, Mammon knew, compared to his Ember. She was a beauty, of course, with his fiery hair, his perfect features. But more importantly, she had such potential, such power, and with the strength to keep it from driving her mad.

      An unexpected gift, a key to tear open the Nexus and wreak Hell on the unsuspecting human world. It had been far too long. But he and the Council had had years to plan their next, greatest assault. And with him, the perfect guide to stoke the darkness within her, Ember would soon be commanding legions of her own.

      Mammon had never seen her equal in an eternity littered with insane half-breed offspring whose violent natures had little intellect to hone them. Ember was the fruit of a one-night dalliance born of boredom, with a pregnancy as the surprising result. Even more surprising was that Dina Riddick, judgmental whore that she’d been, had managed to carry the tempestuous little brat to term. From a distance he’d watched, interested despite himself in the only child he had ever sired. Still, Mammon had expected little Ember—a name he himself had selected and pushed into Dina’s mind, though the woman still hated it—to be nothing more than a tool, a toy to be quickly used up and thrown away. Good for a single burst of horrific violence, perhaps. But Ember had surprised him as he’d visited her dreams, watched her grow.

      So in her sleep, he began to train her. Even now, un sure as she was, his daughter had a great deal more ability than she was consciously aware of. And one day, he decided, when Hell on Earth became a reality, she would sit at his side. His demon child, made immortal. And she with a soul, that precious gift that could never be destroyed, not even in the fiery river Phlegethon that would turn angel and demon alike into nothing but dust. She was perfection. The perfect embodiment, as he was, of beauty and death. No she-demon had ever risen so high. And she was his.

      Until that wretched traitor had swept in and run off with her, that was. He had seen it, watched with impotent fury as the nefari set to guard Ember had turned on her as soon as Raum had burst in. Raum, with his precious Ember in his arms, vanishing into the night, cloaked in the protection of his kind that made it impossible for Mammon to see where he had taken her … his daughter, with the bastard’s unworthy hands on her!

      Filthy traitor, fit only to burn.

      The Prince of Avarice gave one more furious snarl before he descended to the ground, his boots touching down gently on the marble floor. He folded his wings behind him, then whirled and stalked from the room.

      “No,” he growled, heading for the Throne Room. “I will not have it. I will not allow it. She is mine.”

      As he walked, his scattered thoughts of vengeance began to coalesce into a plan of attack. A thin smile curved Mammon’s lips, and with great relish, he began to plot in earnest. The wheels for the final triumph had finally been set in motion. Ember, his Ember, was only the beginning. He would get her back, he soothed himself. She would break the Nexus wide-open, and this invasion would make the last one seem like child’s play. The Balance would never recover.

      But first, it seemed he would have to show one foolish prodigal Fallen angel what happened when you tried to steal from one of your own.

      It was always better to rule in Hell, even if that rule ended with the soulless death that awaited them all, than to serve the Light. Raum had forgotten that lesson, it seemed.

      It would be a pleasure to refresh his memory.

      Chapter 6

      Ember awakened to find herself strapped into the passenger seat of a sexy black Corvette, slumped to the side and with her mouth wide-open. Since that was her usual mode of travel sleeping, it wouldn’t have been a really big deal, just kind of embarrassing.

      Except that she also felt as if a truck had driven over her recently. And she didn’t normally travel in mismatched pajamas with strange men who sometimes turned into birds.

      She swallowed hard as she tried to sort through the hazy, fun-house memories of the night before, and the adrenaline began to pump again through her sluggish, sleep-addled system. Seemed as if there was plenty to be afraid of, all of a sudden. And that was a switch, since she was usually the scariest thing in any given place.

      At least, that was what she’d always thought. Now, Ember wasn’t so sure. About anything. And there was only one person available to ask. She cleared her throat softly, and hoped that her rapidly beating heart wouldn’t be given away by a shaking voice.

      “Wh-where am I?”

      Raum looked frighteningly intense with his hands on the wheel, piloting the sports car smoothly along at well over eighty miles an hour. She didn’t know what he’d been thinking about … wasn’t actually sure she wanted to know. He jumped a little at the sound of her voice, though, as if he’d forgotten she was even there.

      Then his eyes met hers, just for a quick instant, and Ember felt a hot sizzle of connection that had nothing to do with fear. Her heartbeat slowed a little, but the fear was replaced by an angry tug of possessiveness that was disconcerting in its strength.

      Mine, she thought, and remembered thinking it right before she’d fallen into his arms. When the poison had begun to work on her. And his touch had been so much gentler than she’d expected. She knew she should be afraid. But knowing that this man, supernatural creature, or whatever he was, had saved her life prevented her from being much but grateful that he’d been around when she’d needed him to be.

      “You’re awake,” he said, and there was a slight edge to his voice, as though he wasn’t quite sure what to do with her, either. To have at least that in common was oddly soothing to her.

      “Awake,” she agreed, trying a small smile. “And alive. Thanks to you.”

      Ember fully expected that this would be the opening to a detailed conversation about why, exactly, her house had been invaded by something that looked to have come from the seventh circle of Hell, not to mention why Raum had been looking out for her.

      She did not expect that he would continue to drive, silently and way too fast. Or that he would look kind of pissed off, which she thought was an inappropriate reaction to her continued existence, at best.

      “You don’t need to thank me,” Raum finally said, and the surly tone of his voice told her that yes, he was in fact kind of pissed off.

      “Okay, I’ll be angry that you saved my life,” Ember said with a frown. “Would that suit you better?”

      “You could just

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