what happened to Sarge.”
If I hadn’t known any better, I’d say he was playing the who’s-more-macho-game, aka who has the biggest dick and the baddest attitude. I loved my boyfriend, but my bet was on the Angel of God.
Cam nodded at Basil, who was frowning at her shoes. “I’ve already briefed them.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.” I had wanted to be the one to tell them, since I knew it would be better coming from a friend.
“I explained you will be leading a rescue team to retrieve the ghosters, Sarge and Shadow,” he said matter-of-factly.
Aedan swore. “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.”
Wait, what? “Hang on.” I wildly waved my hands in front of Cam’s face, just in case he didn’t see me standing there looking ten shades of pissed off. “No freaking way are we getting Shadow. News flash. He’s evil.”
“Shadow can’t help it. He’s possessed by a powerful demon.” He said this as if he was justifying something simple, like why Jack pissed on the carpet.
“Exactly.” I planted both hands on my hips and adjusted the dial on my attitude to PMS-times-ten. “And you want me to bring him back up here?”
“His bond to Scorpius may have been broken after he was cast down. If not, I can excise the demon out of him.” Again, he made this sound as easy as looking to get laid while trolling fraternity bars in a mini-skirt.
I glared at Cam, thinking he looked less handsome by the minute. “Lovely, and how do you propose we get a demon overlord’s servant to cooperate?”
“You’ll have Nephilim with you, won’t you?”
“Yeah,” I added with a huff, “but we’ve got enough people to save.”
“Ashley, Shadow has already been judged. He does not deserve to be in Hell simply because he was forced into slavery by a demon. Bring him back.”
Okay, so maybe he had a point, but I still didn’t see how this was my problem. If God wanted Shadow back, why didn’t he go get him, or at the very least send one of his Council members to do it? I was sure their powers were far stronger than mine. No demon would even think of trying to make an archangel his bitch.
“Excuse me,” Aedan asked as if he’d been reading my mind, “but why can’t you go get him?”
“Believe me, I want to.” He held out both hands in an apologetic gesture. “But I’ve already been advised by His Holiness not to interfere.”
“Why not?” I snapped. This was so not fair.
“I do not question His orders. I obey them.”
Well, shit. And I supposed they expected me to do the same. Double shit. As if we didn’t have enough to do down there.
A loud knock on the front door brought me back to reality.
Aedan frowned. “We left Mar outside.”
“She can wait,” I said with disinterest as I examined an imaginary speck of grime beneath my fingernail. I didn’t care if he left her standing outside for the rest of eternity.
I ignored the dirty look Aedan gave me before he threw open the door. Mar was standing there with her usual scowl. Big shocker. Mar’s facial features had only two settings: apathetic bitch or aggravated bitch.
“It’s about time.” She rolled her eyes at a pimple-faced young man standing next to her. “I tried to tell him to leave the letter with me.”
The man wore a brown delivery uniform and held a clipboard against his hip. “You Aedan O’Connor?”
“Yes.”
“I have a certified letter for you from the Supernatural Retrieval Committee.” He held up a clipboard. “I need you to sign here.”
Grumbling, Aedan scrawled on the document and the delivery boy handed him a large manila envelope. He thanked the young man, who was already halfway down the steps.
“Who are they?” I asked as Aedan ripped open the letter.
He scowled at the pale yellow carbon copy. “The Grim Union.”
“Well, is someone going to invite me inside?” Mar stomped a foot like a petulant child. She’d been used to having her every whim served in Heaven, no doubt. She was in
If I hadn’t known any better, I’d say he was playing the who’s-more-macho-game, aka who has the biggest dick and the baddest attitude. I loved my boyfriend, but my bet was on the Angel of God.
Cam nodded at Basil, who was frowning at her shoes. “I’ve already briefed them.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.” I had wanted to be the one to tell them, since I knew it would be better coming from a friend.
“I explained you will be leading a rescue team to retrieve the ghosters, Sarge and Shadow,” he said matter-of-factly.
Aedan swore. “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.”
Wait, what? “Hang on.” I wildly waved my hands in front of Cam’s face, just in case he didn’t see me standing there looking ten shades of pissed off. “No freaking way are we getting Shadow. News flash. He’s evil.”
“Shadow can’t help it. He’s possessed by a powerful demon.” He said this as if he was justifying something simple, like why Jack pissed on the carpet.
“Exactly.” I planted both hands on my hips and adjusted the dial on my attitude to PMS-times-ten. “And you want me to bring him back up here?”
“His bond to Scorpius may have been broken after he was cast down. If not, I can excise the demon out of him.” Again, he made this sound as easy as looking to get laid while trolling fraternity bars in a mini-skirt.
I glared at Cam, thinking he looked less handsome by the minute. “Lovely, and how do you propose we get a demon overlord’s servant to cooperate?”
“You’ll have Nephilim with you, won’t you?”
“Yeah,” I added with a huff, “but we’ve got enough people to save.”
“Ashley, Shadow has already been judged. He does not deserve to be in Hell simply because he was forced into slavery by a demon. Bring him back.”
Okay, so maybe he had a point, but I still didn’t see how this was my problem. If God wanted Shadow back, why didn’t he go get him, or at the very least send one of his Council members to do it? I was sure their powers were far stronger than mine. No demon would even think of trying to make an archangel his bitch.
“Excuse me,” Aedan asked as if he’d been reading my mind, “but why can’t you go get him?”
“Believe me, I want to.” He held out both hands in an apologetic gesture. “But I’ve already been advised by His Holiness not to interfere.”
“Why not?” I snapped. This was so not fair.
“I do not question His orders. I obey them.”
Well, shit. And I supposed they expected me to do the same. Double shit. As if we didn’t have enough to do down there.
A loud knock on the front door brought me back to reality.
Aedan frowned. “We left Mar outside.”
“She can wait,” I said with disinterest as I examined an imaginary speck of grime beneath my fingernail. I didn’t care if he left her standing outside for the rest of eternity.
I ignored the dirty look Aedan gave me before he threw open the door. Mar was standing there with her usual scowl. Big shocker. Mar’s facial features had only two settings: apathetic bitch or aggravated bitch.
“It’s about time.” She rolled her eyes at a pimple-faced young man standing next to her. “I tried to tell him to leave the letter with me.”
The man wore a brown delivery uniform and held a clipboard against his hip. “You Aedan O’Connor?”
“Yes.”
“I have a certified letter for you from the Supernatural Retrieval Committee.” He held up a clipboard. “I need you to sign here.”
Grumbling, Aedan scrawled on the document and the delivery boy handed him a large manila envelope. He thanked the young man, who was already halfway down the steps.
“Who are they?” I asked as Aedan ripped open the letter.
He scowled at the pale yellow carbon copy. “The Grim Union.”
“Well, is someone going to invite me inside?” Mar stomped a foot like a petulant child. She’d been used to having her every whim served in Heaven, no doubt. She was in
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