eyebrow at him. "Whatever it is you have planned."
"Yes, the stage is set. Are you ready to go get your man?"
I nod. "Yes."
"Good luck," Chandler says, giving me an encouraging smile.
"Bonne chance," JoJo says, kissing me on both cheeks, and I know she's wishing me luck too.
Malcolm holds out one of his hands to me and I accept it.
In an instant, we're standing in Mason's living room in his Colorado home. A multitude of white candles are lit around the room creating a soft glow. An array of flower arrangements are practically on every surface making the room look like a florist shop. A blazing fire is burning in the corner fireplace and there is a scattering of red rose petals leading from where I stand into the hallway, stretching as far as I can see from my position.
"It's a trail," Malcolm says, seeing my eyes follow the stream of petals out of the room. "It leads from the elevator to you. I wanted to make sure he couldn't miss you."
"Why are you doing this?" I ask Malcolm, turning to him. It seems like such an uncharacteristic thing for him to do for me.
"Consider it my apology for treating you so harshly in the beginning," he replies, looking a bit chagrined. "Plus, Mason is a good friend. I don't like seeing him in so much pain."
"Do you have any idea what I can say to make him change his mind about leaving me?"
"The only good advice I can give you is to let him see how you feel about him. Don't hide anything. He's going to play the stubborn card but don't let him get away with it."
I nod, having already decided on that. "I won't."
Malcolm looks me up and down in carnal appreciation. "And if he doesn't take advantage of what you're wearing, I'm always available."
I feel my mouth gape open at Malcolm's obvious insinuation.
He simply laughs before phasing away, leaving me alone to wait for Mason.
I look down at my dress to make sure everything is in its proper place. When I look back up, I see a man standing in front of me, surrounded by a black aura, who is definitely not Mason.
"Hello," Asmodeus says before grabbing my arms and phasing me.
Chapter 6
Asmodeus phases me so many times I begin to feel like my body is turning into jelly, much like the time Mason phased me over and over. But this feeling is a hundred times worse because Asmodeus doesn't seem to care he's hurting me and continues to phase us until he finally reaches his destination. Once there, he lets go of my now bruised arms and I fall to the grassy ground in a heap of silk.
When I finally regain a little bit of my strength, I force myself to look at my surroundings. We're in a field I recognize. It's the same non-descript field Mason and I went to when we tried to follow Lucifer and Asmodeus from the Watcher apartment complex. I'm filled with a small ray of hope that Mason might actually find me here but realize the chances of that happening are slim to none.
"Did you have some of the rebellion angels helping you cover your trail from Mason's house?" I ask.
Asmodeus smiles. "Pretty smart for a monkey. Yes, so don't expect to be rescued. Not even Lucifer knows where we are."
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to kill you."
I close my eyes wishing I had the strength to call on my sword but knowing I would lose it to Asmodeus even if I did have it. I simply wasn't physically strong enough in my current condition to wield its power anyway.
"Why?"
"Because you're making Lucifer weak,” Asmodeus says scathingly. “I've never seen him care one wit about a human's well being before you."
"Why is that so bad?"
"Because it's causing him to lose focus on what we need to do."
"Which is?" I ask, hoping Asmodeus' hatred of me and over confidence makes him say things he shouldn't.
Asmodeus kneels in front of me on one knee and practically spits in my face. "You won't live long enough to find out."
"What are you waiting for?" I ask. "Kill me."
"I can't kill you directly because I
"Yes, the stage is set. Are you ready to go get your man?"
I nod. "Yes."
"Good luck," Chandler says, giving me an encouraging smile.
"Bonne chance," JoJo says, kissing me on both cheeks, and I know she's wishing me luck too.
Malcolm holds out one of his hands to me and I accept it.
In an instant, we're standing in Mason's living room in his Colorado home. A multitude of white candles are lit around the room creating a soft glow. An array of flower arrangements are practically on every surface making the room look like a florist shop. A blazing fire is burning in the corner fireplace and there is a scattering of red rose petals leading from where I stand into the hallway, stretching as far as I can see from my position.
"It's a trail," Malcolm says, seeing my eyes follow the stream of petals out of the room. "It leads from the elevator to you. I wanted to make sure he couldn't miss you."
"Why are you doing this?" I ask Malcolm, turning to him. It seems like such an uncharacteristic thing for him to do for me.
"Consider it my apology for treating you so harshly in the beginning," he replies, looking a bit chagrined. "Plus, Mason is a good friend. I don't like seeing him in so much pain."
"Do you have any idea what I can say to make him change his mind about leaving me?"
"The only good advice I can give you is to let him see how you feel about him. Don't hide anything. He's going to play the stubborn card but don't let him get away with it."
I nod, having already decided on that. "I won't."
Malcolm looks me up and down in carnal appreciation. "And if he doesn't take advantage of what you're wearing, I'm always available."
I feel my mouth gape open at Malcolm's obvious insinuation.
He simply laughs before phasing away, leaving me alone to wait for Mason.
I look down at my dress to make sure everything is in its proper place. When I look back up, I see a man standing in front of me, surrounded by a black aura, who is definitely not Mason.
"Hello," Asmodeus says before grabbing my arms and phasing me.
Chapter 6
Asmodeus phases me so many times I begin to feel like my body is turning into jelly, much like the time Mason phased me over and over. But this feeling is a hundred times worse because Asmodeus doesn't seem to care he's hurting me and continues to phase us until he finally reaches his destination. Once there, he lets go of my now bruised arms and I fall to the grassy ground in a heap of silk.
When I finally regain a little bit of my strength, I force myself to look at my surroundings. We're in a field I recognize. It's the same non-descript field Mason and I went to when we tried to follow Lucifer and Asmodeus from the Watcher apartment complex. I'm filled with a small ray of hope that Mason might actually find me here but realize the chances of that happening are slim to none.
"Did you have some of the rebellion angels helping you cover your trail from Mason's house?" I ask.
Asmodeus smiles. "Pretty smart for a monkey. Yes, so don't expect to be rescued. Not even Lucifer knows where we are."
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to kill you."
I close my eyes wishing I had the strength to call on my sword but knowing I would lose it to Asmodeus even if I did have it. I simply wasn't physically strong enough in my current condition to wield its power anyway.
"Why?"
"Because you're making Lucifer weak,” Asmodeus says scathingly. “I've never seen him care one wit about a human's well being before you."
"Why is that so bad?"
"Because it's causing him to lose focus on what we need to do."
"Which is?" I ask, hoping Asmodeus' hatred of me and over confidence makes him say things he shouldn't.
Asmodeus kneels in front of me on one knee and practically spits in my face. "You won't live long enough to find out."
"What are you waiting for?" I ask. "Kill me."
"I can't kill you directly because I
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