the Apocalypse who had brought the Horseman curse down upon their heads in the first place.
“Are these orders for a Watcher assignment?”
“No.” She eyed him as he shoved Deliverance into its sheath. “This task is all about Sheoulic interests.”
Ah, then her orders could come only from someone inside Satan’s tight inner circle, which included Lilith, Pestilence’s succubus mother. Interesting. Smiling seductively, he trailed a finger over the smooth skin of her exposed shoulder. “You can’t even give me a hint?”
She returned the smile, though hers was bitter. “It has to do with the forged scrolls, but that’s all I can tell you.”
She chewed her bottom lip, and as much as he hated her, he had to admit that the way her fang poked from between her lips was sexy. He loved that when angels fell, they lost their silly angel names and gained fangs and a taste for blood. He raked his gaze up and down Harvester’s curvy body, because really, when it came down to it, fucking someone you hated could be even better than fucking someone you liked.
Harvester tucked her fang away. What a disappointment. “But I suppose it won’t hurt to say that my assignment will help ensure that your plan is… unimpeded.”
Thank the Dark Lord that at least one thing was going right. Now, if The Aegis fell for his ruse, he could put the other part of his plan into play. It wouldn’t be easy to snatch one of Thanatos’s vampires and replace it with a doppelganger, but he’d manage. He always managed. As Reseph, charm had gotten him what he wanted. As Pestilence, threats worked even better.
“ Your plan, you mean.” It stuck in his craw that Harvester had been the one to give him the idea for the “Aegis vault,” and now he just had to hope it worked.
“Let’s keep that between you and me,” she said. “I don’t want to be accused of ‘helping.’ ”
“No doubt you don’t.” The last Watcher who had broken rules had suffered for decades before finally being destroyed.
Harvester sniffed. “Did Limos suspect anything?”
“I doubt it. She focused on the artifacts.” Now he had to hope that the Guardian she took to the chamber would be astute enough to locate the hidden box where Pestilence had planted the true treasure he wanted The Aegis to find—the scrolls Harvester had referred to. The artifacts were decoys, placed so Limos would believe that the scrolls didn’t have anything to do with Pestilence.
Harvester glanced around the basement, which had been remodeled into a demon playground, her gaze pausing on the Aegis Guardian in chains. “Where did you get him?”
“Snatched off the streets in Hungary. He was hunting a Croucher demon.” The Guardian’s moans were musical. Sensual. “You did know that I’m rewarding anyone who brings me an Aegi, dead or alive, yes?”
“Of course. The entire underworld knows you’ve put a bounty on Guardians. What kind of information are you trying to get out of the live ones?”
“The locations of their cell headquarters, as well as the location of The Aegis’s main HQ. This one gave up the site of his cell near Budapest, and it’s right now under siege by my minions.” Pestilence sighed, practically able to hear the sounds of battle. “But he doesn’t know where the regional hubs or global headquarters are.”
“Their mission control is in Berlin,” Harvester said.
“No shit.” Pestilence gnashed his teeth. “But I don’t know where, exactly. And none of these fucks will give it up.”
“The exact location is likely kept from most of them.”
Of course it was. The Aegis’s head honchos wouldn’t want to risk a low-ranking Guardian spilling his guts—literally, in this case—to an enemy who would use the information to stage an attack on their very nerve center. An attack would not only cripple the organization, but rumor had it that the bulk of their weapons, secrets, and artifacts were stored at headquarters, and that, to any
“Are these orders for a Watcher assignment?”
“No.” She eyed him as he shoved Deliverance into its sheath. “This task is all about Sheoulic interests.”
Ah, then her orders could come only from someone inside Satan’s tight inner circle, which included Lilith, Pestilence’s succubus mother. Interesting. Smiling seductively, he trailed a finger over the smooth skin of her exposed shoulder. “You can’t even give me a hint?”
She returned the smile, though hers was bitter. “It has to do with the forged scrolls, but that’s all I can tell you.”
She chewed her bottom lip, and as much as he hated her, he had to admit that the way her fang poked from between her lips was sexy. He loved that when angels fell, they lost their silly angel names and gained fangs and a taste for blood. He raked his gaze up and down Harvester’s curvy body, because really, when it came down to it, fucking someone you hated could be even better than fucking someone you liked.
Harvester tucked her fang away. What a disappointment. “But I suppose it won’t hurt to say that my assignment will help ensure that your plan is… unimpeded.”
Thank the Dark Lord that at least one thing was going right. Now, if The Aegis fell for his ruse, he could put the other part of his plan into play. It wouldn’t be easy to snatch one of Thanatos’s vampires and replace it with a doppelganger, but he’d manage. He always managed. As Reseph, charm had gotten him what he wanted. As Pestilence, threats worked even better.
“ Your plan, you mean.” It stuck in his craw that Harvester had been the one to give him the idea for the “Aegis vault,” and now he just had to hope it worked.
“Let’s keep that between you and me,” she said. “I don’t want to be accused of ‘helping.’ ”
“No doubt you don’t.” The last Watcher who had broken rules had suffered for decades before finally being destroyed.
Harvester sniffed. “Did Limos suspect anything?”
“I doubt it. She focused on the artifacts.” Now he had to hope that the Guardian she took to the chamber would be astute enough to locate the hidden box where Pestilence had planted the true treasure he wanted The Aegis to find—the scrolls Harvester had referred to. The artifacts were decoys, placed so Limos would believe that the scrolls didn’t have anything to do with Pestilence.
Harvester glanced around the basement, which had been remodeled into a demon playground, her gaze pausing on the Aegis Guardian in chains. “Where did you get him?”
“Snatched off the streets in Hungary. He was hunting a Croucher demon.” The Guardian’s moans were musical. Sensual. “You did know that I’m rewarding anyone who brings me an Aegi, dead or alive, yes?”
“Of course. The entire underworld knows you’ve put a bounty on Guardians. What kind of information are you trying to get out of the live ones?”
“The locations of their cell headquarters, as well as the location of The Aegis’s main HQ. This one gave up the site of his cell near Budapest, and it’s right now under siege by my minions.” Pestilence sighed, practically able to hear the sounds of battle. “But he doesn’t know where the regional hubs or global headquarters are.”
“Their mission control is in Berlin,” Harvester said.
“No shit.” Pestilence gnashed his teeth. “But I don’t know where, exactly. And none of these fucks will give it up.”
“The exact location is likely kept from most of them.”
Of course it was. The Aegis’s head honchos wouldn’t want to risk a low-ranking Guardian spilling his guts—literally, in this case—to an enemy who would use the information to stage an attack on their very nerve center. An attack would not only cripple the organization, but rumor had it that the bulk of their weapons, secrets, and artifacts were stored at headquarters, and that, to any
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