“Matthew, I—”
I opened my eyes, staring back at him with confusion.His touch didn’t feel right.
It felt cold, and made my skill crawl.
It wasn’t like Endor’s at all.
Matthew grunted, letting his thumb slide over the edge of my torn gown, dragging it across my breast.
“Luckily for you, this...situation can be rectified.That is, if you are capable of doing as I say.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know exactly what Matthew had in mind, but I also knew I didn’t want to be cast out of Heaven...
And I certainly wanted to save Mercy and her soul...
I swallowed down my doubt, my conscience begging me to run.
Flashing my eyes up at Matthew, I whispered, “Anything.”
Matthew smirked at me as he leaned in closer, his breath on my skin as cold as his touch.
“I thought you’d say that,” he said as he removed his hand from my breast, sliding it into his pocket.
I watched as he procured a small, ornate golden vial.
“What’s that?”I asked as he held it in front of me between his thumb and forefinger.
“It’s an elixir.Nothing more,” he said with a shrug.
“What does it do?”I asked, watching as he twirled it in his fingers.
“The bite from the werewolves creates a...temporary paralysis on celestial powers.This little elixir, will prevent the pesky demon from getting them back,” he said plainly, as if he were talking about the weather.
“Eliminating his power...”I said, my stomach twisting with concern.
“Precisely.No demon power, no threat.The lost soul will be as good as ours.”
“Wh...what would happen to Endo then, if his powers don’t return?Won’t Hell come for us?For me?”I asked.
Matthew’s lips twisted.“Hell wouldn’t claim him.He’s a demon, they are a dime a dozen.He’d be as good as mortal without his demon juice.”
My blood ran cold at the thought of Endor...cursed to walk among the living forever with no way to return home.No power...
“Despite your mishaps, it seems that the situation at hand puts us both in an interesting position,” he said.
“No doubt that pesky demon will try to play hero with you, with the lost soul,” he said.
“Her name is Mercy,” I said, correcting him.
Matthew pursed his lips.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, her name isMercy.She has a name,” I repeated, staring him down.
Matthew only rolled his eyes.
“Find her, and give him the elixir before she finds her body, and she will be as good as ours.”
