supernaturals crazy. Why?”
“Is this the point where I explain my master plan? Um, no. Thanks, but I have more important things to do.”
“Like cleaning up this mess,” I muttered.
“That’s not on my list either. I’m sure either the council or the Cabals have a crime-scene cleaning team on speed dial. And avoiding fallout … ?” He chuckled. “Definitely not part of the plan. As for the plan itself, let’s just say it underwent a serious change when Ms. Medina called me and said she had Jaime Vegas and Savannah Levine in custody. The Fates must be smiling on me. Well, not the Fates, maybe, but someone is. I wanted a chance to test my spell, and you gave me a better one than I ever could have imagined. Now, Ms. Vegas, could you do me a favor and call Eve Levine? I know you have her on speed dial.”
“I can’t—” Jaime began.
“Yes, you can.” He gestured at the knife against my throat.
Being told to call my mother or I’d die? Serious déjà vu. First Leah O’Donnell, the half-demon who came back from hell. Now this asshole. Everyone wanted Mom. Which meant, while part of me said I should be scared, I was really just annoyed. And impatiently waiting for this sorcerer to get caught up in negotiations with Jaime and relax his grip enough for me to escape.
“You can call her,” he repeated. “And you will, because if you don’t, I’m going to slit her daughter’s throat and leave her on this pile of bodies.”
“You don’t understand,” Jaime said. “Eve is out of contact. Someplace I can’t reach her.”
“You mean she’s off on an angel assignment.”
Jaime let out a squeaky laugh. “Um, no. Trust me, Eve Levine is no—”
“She’s an angel. Ascended angel. Celestial bounty hunter.”
I looked at Jaime, and waited for a real laugh, not that nervous titter.
Her mouth opened. Closed. She swallowed. She looked at me and blushed.
Angel? My mother was an angel?
I wanted to laugh. Only I couldn’t, because it made sense to me—as much sense as the concept of my dark-witch half-demon mother as a divine agent could.
Leah had said my mother was on her tail. That Mom could keep her from going back to hell. Who could do that except an angel?
When my mother came for Leah, I’d seen her faint outline. I’d also seen something glowing at her side. Something she’d used to slice bloodlessly through Leah’s host body and send her soul back to hell. What could do that except a celestial sword?
Kimerion—a demi-demon who’d been helping us—said Leah must have gotten divine aid to escape her hell dimension. He claimed it was a collaboration between the angelic and the demonic. Then he’d asked about my mother.
That’s why Leah wanted her. That’s why this guy wanted her. Because my mother had a direct line to the celestial.
I felt … Confused. Then that fell away and what took its place wasn’t fear or pride. It was hurt. Hurt because this son of a bitch knew my mother was an angel, and I didn’t. Hurt because I trusted Jaime—trusted her since I was fourteen years old—and now I realized she’d kept something about my mother from me, something important.
Finally, Jaime said, “If you know what Eve is, then you understand that she’s not always at my beck and call. Six months of the year she’s an angel. I can’t summon her. I’m forbidden—”
“You can’t?” he said. “Or it’s forbidden? Those are two different things. If Eve Levine finds out that her daughter died and you didn’t have the guts to try calling her, she’ll reach through the dimensions and rip those guts out through your belly button.”
“I can’t—”
The blade slid across my throat. I felt the skin split. Felt blood run down my neck. Heard Jaime yelp. Tried to turn, but the blade was still there, cutting in deeper, his other hand wrapped around my hair now, wrenching my head up.
Mom!
My eyes bulged as I gasped for breath. I found it. Somehow I found it.
I could still
“Is this the point where I explain my master plan? Um, no. Thanks, but I have more important things to do.”
“Like cleaning up this mess,” I muttered.
“That’s not on my list either. I’m sure either the council or the Cabals have a crime-scene cleaning team on speed dial. And avoiding fallout … ?” He chuckled. “Definitely not part of the plan. As for the plan itself, let’s just say it underwent a serious change when Ms. Medina called me and said she had Jaime Vegas and Savannah Levine in custody. The Fates must be smiling on me. Well, not the Fates, maybe, but someone is. I wanted a chance to test my spell, and you gave me a better one than I ever could have imagined. Now, Ms. Vegas, could you do me a favor and call Eve Levine? I know you have her on speed dial.”
“I can’t—” Jaime began.
“Yes, you can.” He gestured at the knife against my throat.
Being told to call my mother or I’d die? Serious déjà vu. First Leah O’Donnell, the half-demon who came back from hell. Now this asshole. Everyone wanted Mom. Which meant, while part of me said I should be scared, I was really just annoyed. And impatiently waiting for this sorcerer to get caught up in negotiations with Jaime and relax his grip enough for me to escape.
“You can call her,” he repeated. “And you will, because if you don’t, I’m going to slit her daughter’s throat and leave her on this pile of bodies.”
“You don’t understand,” Jaime said. “Eve is out of contact. Someplace I can’t reach her.”
“You mean she’s off on an angel assignment.”
Jaime let out a squeaky laugh. “Um, no. Trust me, Eve Levine is no—”
“She’s an angel. Ascended angel. Celestial bounty hunter.”
I looked at Jaime, and waited for a real laugh, not that nervous titter.
Her mouth opened. Closed. She swallowed. She looked at me and blushed.
Angel? My mother was an angel?
I wanted to laugh. Only I couldn’t, because it made sense to me—as much sense as the concept of my dark-witch half-demon mother as a divine agent could.
Leah had said my mother was on her tail. That Mom could keep her from going back to hell. Who could do that except an angel?
When my mother came for Leah, I’d seen her faint outline. I’d also seen something glowing at her side. Something she’d used to slice bloodlessly through Leah’s host body and send her soul back to hell. What could do that except a celestial sword?
Kimerion—a demi-demon who’d been helping us—said Leah must have gotten divine aid to escape her hell dimension. He claimed it was a collaboration between the angelic and the demonic. Then he’d asked about my mother.
That’s why Leah wanted her. That’s why this guy wanted her. Because my mother had a direct line to the celestial.
I felt … Confused. Then that fell away and what took its place wasn’t fear or pride. It was hurt. Hurt because this son of a bitch knew my mother was an angel, and I didn’t. Hurt because I trusted Jaime—trusted her since I was fourteen years old—and now I realized she’d kept something about my mother from me, something important.
Finally, Jaime said, “If you know what Eve is, then you understand that she’s not always at my beck and call. Six months of the year she’s an angel. I can’t summon her. I’m forbidden—”
“You can’t?” he said. “Or it’s forbidden? Those are two different things. If Eve Levine finds out that her daughter died and you didn’t have the guts to try calling her, she’ll reach through the dimensions and rip those guts out through your belly button.”
“I can’t—”
The blade slid across my throat. I felt the skin split. Felt blood run down my neck. Heard Jaime yelp. Tried to turn, but the blade was still there, cutting in deeper, his other hand wrapped around my hair now, wrenching my head up.
Mom!
My eyes bulged as I gasped for breath. I found it. Somehow I found it.
I could still
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