I dip my chin at her.
“Wait,” the ex calls out. “Is she okay?”
The sister turns and glares at him. I wonder if she’ll ever understand that no matter how much she does for him, she’ll never really have his heart.
He didn’t want the sister because he was in love with her; he wanted her only because he had Nasiah. He enjoyed the rush he got from cheating. However, there was no doubt he wanted Nasiah.
“She is no longer your concern,” I say through gritted teeth.
His fist comes down on the arm of his chair.
“Damn it,” he snarls. “I get it. Her mother made some fucked up deal with you a long time ago, but she is my fiancé. I’ve been with her for three years. I deserve to know if she’s safe.”
He’s right. This man spent three years being in love with her. I came in and took her right from under him. The right thing to do would be to tell him how she’s doing.
“I don’t owe you shit. She’s mine now.” I turn my back to him and open the void.
“You muthafucker,” he shouts behind me. “You don’t deserve Nasiah.”
He knew the moment the name came out of his mouth he’d fucked up. I smile at Conah before my wings spring from my back. The sister screams. I fly to the ex. Grabbing his face in my hand, I snarl down at him.
“You just won’t fucking learn, will you?”
I squeeze his face in my hand causing him to open his mouth. I reach in and grab his tongue, pulling it as far as it will go. Using the talon at the end of my wing, I remove the tip. It falls into his lap as he screams. Letting him go, I step back and admire my work.
Without another thought, I fly back over to the doorway into the void and slip through.
Conah’s chuckle has me looking at him as we walk through the shadowy realm of the void to get to our next destination.
“You warned him.”
“And yet he didn’t listen.”
I step out of the void and into my office. Unina is there waiting for us.
“How did it go?” she asks.
“Not the sister,” Conah says, taking a seat on the sofa in my office.
Despite ripping the ex’s tongue out, I wasn’t in a good mood. I figured if I could find the human that ordered the mark, I could illuminate the problem quickly.
However, in all honesty, the human could have been anyone. If a demon disliked me enough, he could’ve found any human to place the order. They may not even know Nasiah.
“I need to find who placed the mark,” I say. “It will be easier that way.” I take my seat behind my desk.
“I can reach out to a few people in the underworld,” Conah offers. “See if they know anything. Someone has to be talking down there.”
Death marks don’t really work that way. No one is going to openly discuss it. Only the demons hired to hunt the mark will know who sent them.
However, they are basically under a spell with only one focus: to eliminate the one that’s marked. Talking to them would be fruitless. But I’m desperate, so I’m willing to try anything.
“Do that for me,” I tell Conah. “I also think it’s time to take a visit to Gadiel.”
Conah’s eyes widen. “Without proof?”
“Fuck proof. If that asshole has a death mark on my mate, I don’t care about—”
My words are cut short when a waver in the void catches my attention. If someone is knocking to get into my office, it means something is wrong. I release the lock on the void, and Cadaman steps in. He’s a knight that works as security at the number eight portal. He looks frazzled.
