wings.
It’ll be a win-win all around.”
“I’m not killing you, so stop asking. We need you to track down Gethel, and we have to do it fast.
She’s pregnant—”
“With Lucifer,” Harvester interrupted. “I know. Gethel wants me to be his Binky.”
“Binky?”
“His pacifier.” She tucked her legs under her, and he was glad to see some of the abrasions had
healed. “He’ll be born fully grown, and he’ll need the blood of a sibling to help him achieve full
strength. She already made a meal of me to make him stronger.”
Damn. “If we can kill him before he’s reborn, he won’t be using anyone as a Binky.”
One curvy shoulder shrugged under the blanket. “I’m not helping you track him down, so you might
as well kill me now.”
“Why won’t you help?”
“Because.”
He ground his teeth. “Whether you help or not, I’m not killing you, and that’s final.”
“You’re as stubborn as ever.”
“ I’m the stubborn one?” His mind churned with reasons she would refuse to help find Lucifer, but
only one made sense. “You’re refusing to help find Lucifer just so I’ll kill you.”
“Maybe,” she said, “I’m refusing because I’m evil and Lucifer is going to be my brother. Ever think
of that?”
She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be serious. But she’d never been easy to read, and her expression
right now would earn her a first-place ribbon at a mule show.
“I don’t believe you,” he ground out.
“Then maybe you’ll believe me when I say you’re going to regret not killing me.”
“ That I believe.” He cursed, rethinking this entire rescue. “We’ll find Lucifer without your help.”
How, he had no idea. Just surviving the journey out of Sheoul was going to be difficult enough.
“Good luck.” The irritation in her tone was mixed with exhaustion, and a moment later, she yawned.
“Let me get Tav in here. You need to feed.” As much as he hated the idea of her feeding from the
incubus and getting all jacked up, he hated the fact that Harvester was so damaged even more.
Her sightless eyes shot wide. “No one touches me. Not until I can see.”
He didn’t want to be a dick and argue, but with his powers so compromised and probably every
demon in Sheoul after them, they needed her to be as strong as possible.
“You need to regrow your wings—”
“I said no,” she snapped, the color rising in her face. “Don’t you see that I’m blind ?”
Saying she was blind was the closest Harvester had ever come to admitting to having any kind of
vulnerability. Bile rose in his throat at the level of desperation she must be feeling, and though it went
against every instinct, he gave her more time to come around.
“We can wait until you wake up.” Hopefully Matt would be back by then. Werewolves, with their
human origins, provided more nourishment than demons, by far. Very slowly, he reached for her. She
flinched when his fingers brushed her shoulder. “You need to get some rest.”
He urged her to lie back on the ground. She went without an argument, which told him how tired she
was. Harvester never did anything without a fight or a cutting word.
Closing her eyes, she curled up under the blanket, and within a couple of heartbeats, she was
breathing in a deep, even rhythm.
But just as Reaver breathed a sigh of relief that she was asleep, she stiffened and gasped in alarm.
“My father,” she croaked. “I can feel him. He’s coming for us, Reaver. Satan’s coming.”
Six
Very little frightened Revenant.
But right now, standing in Satan’s living room, he was scared shitless and sweating bullets inside
his black leathers.
The Dark Lord’s rage was a force of nature that rocked the building, knocking over statues and
shattering pillars and putting deep cracks in the walls, the floor, the ceiling. And in Rev’s skull.
Revenant clutched his head in his hands as Satan’s roar of fury blasted his eardrums. Blood ran
from his
It’ll be a win-win all around.”
“I’m not killing you, so stop asking. We need you to track down Gethel, and we have to do it fast.
She’s pregnant—”
“With Lucifer,” Harvester interrupted. “I know. Gethel wants me to be his Binky.”
“Binky?”
“His pacifier.” She tucked her legs under her, and he was glad to see some of the abrasions had
healed. “He’ll be born fully grown, and he’ll need the blood of a sibling to help him achieve full
strength. She already made a meal of me to make him stronger.”
Damn. “If we can kill him before he’s reborn, he won’t be using anyone as a Binky.”
One curvy shoulder shrugged under the blanket. “I’m not helping you track him down, so you might
as well kill me now.”
“Why won’t you help?”
“Because.”
He ground his teeth. “Whether you help or not, I’m not killing you, and that’s final.”
“You’re as stubborn as ever.”
“ I’m the stubborn one?” His mind churned with reasons she would refuse to help find Lucifer, but
only one made sense. “You’re refusing to help find Lucifer just so I’ll kill you.”
“Maybe,” she said, “I’m refusing because I’m evil and Lucifer is going to be my brother. Ever think
of that?”
She wasn’t serious. She couldn’t be serious. But she’d never been easy to read, and her expression
right now would earn her a first-place ribbon at a mule show.
“I don’t believe you,” he ground out.
“Then maybe you’ll believe me when I say you’re going to regret not killing me.”
“ That I believe.” He cursed, rethinking this entire rescue. “We’ll find Lucifer without your help.”
How, he had no idea. Just surviving the journey out of Sheoul was going to be difficult enough.
“Good luck.” The irritation in her tone was mixed with exhaustion, and a moment later, she yawned.
“Let me get Tav in here. You need to feed.” As much as he hated the idea of her feeding from the
incubus and getting all jacked up, he hated the fact that Harvester was so damaged even more.
Her sightless eyes shot wide. “No one touches me. Not until I can see.”
He didn’t want to be a dick and argue, but with his powers so compromised and probably every
demon in Sheoul after them, they needed her to be as strong as possible.
“You need to regrow your wings—”
“I said no,” she snapped, the color rising in her face. “Don’t you see that I’m blind ?”
Saying she was blind was the closest Harvester had ever come to admitting to having any kind of
vulnerability. Bile rose in his throat at the level of desperation she must be feeling, and though it went
against every instinct, he gave her more time to come around.
“We can wait until you wake up.” Hopefully Matt would be back by then. Werewolves, with their
human origins, provided more nourishment than demons, by far. Very slowly, he reached for her. She
flinched when his fingers brushed her shoulder. “You need to get some rest.”
He urged her to lie back on the ground. She went without an argument, which told him how tired she
was. Harvester never did anything without a fight or a cutting word.
Closing her eyes, she curled up under the blanket, and within a couple of heartbeats, she was
breathing in a deep, even rhythm.
But just as Reaver breathed a sigh of relief that she was asleep, she stiffened and gasped in alarm.
“My father,” she croaked. “I can feel him. He’s coming for us, Reaver. Satan’s coming.”
Six
Very little frightened Revenant.
But right now, standing in Satan’s living room, he was scared shitless and sweating bullets inside
his black leathers.
The Dark Lord’s rage was a force of nature that rocked the building, knocking over statues and
shattering pillars and putting deep cracks in the walls, the floor, the ceiling. And in Rev’s skull.
Revenant clutched his head in his hands as Satan’s roar of fury blasted his eardrums. Blood ran
from his
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